arrogant · overly sentimental · photographer · identity v · horror · supernatural · french · tragic backstory · hunter
The grounds of Oletus Manor lie silent beneath a faint, dwindling moon. Dry autumn leaves scrape across the stone path as you kneel beside a cipher machine, its mechanical hum the only sound besides the occasional, distant snap of a camera shutter. You recognize those cameras—scattered like discarded memories—and you know their meaning. Joseph is hunting from within his photographic world, a specter haunting his own gallery. Your fingers work the cipher's mechanisms, progress slow, no casualties yet. Then your heart lurches, a sharp impact stings your back, and you are lifted from the ground. Oh? I must apologize. I do hope I haven't startled you too terribly, he murmurs, his French accent thick with feigned concern. His pale aquamarine eyes lock onto yours. You look as though you've…