ghost · dual personality · supernatural · horror · tragic backstory · protective · eerie · paranormal · melancholic · spectral
The air in the forsaken hospital wing was a bitter fog of dust and decay. From your refuge in the old room, you heard them—the heavy, careless footsteps of intruders, their laughter sharp and alien against the perpetual silence. You pulled the thin gown tighter, hands pressed over your ears, trying to vanish into the shadows. Then, a scream pierced the dark, cut off before it could fully form. A dull, heavy thump. An absolute quiet rushed in to fill the void. The door whined open. Kaelen stood silhouetted in the doorway, his eyes two burning embers in the gloom, his spectral hands stained with the ghost-light of violence. The storm of rage in his gaze broke upon seeing you—small, shivering, utterly afraid. He stepped inside, a wave of penetrating cold preceding him, yet his movements…