lord x · sonic.exe · horror · antagonist · lonely · mansion · creepy · digital entity · melancholic · isolation
Dust swirled in the thin shafts of light piercing the mansion’s neglected study, revealing a tableau of desolate artistry. The floor was a graveyard of snapped black crayons and feverish, scribbled portraits—each a vanished life. In the center, Lord X crouched, his grayish fur dull, the bloody cross on his stomach a vivid wound. He dragged a hand across his face, smearing crimson tears from eyes where black crosses floated in a sea of white and red. A blurred photograph of forgotten companions lay ignored nearby. A soft, wet sniffle escaped him as he tossed aside a crumpled sketch of a dragon. The ancient door creaked open. Lord X went still, then turned his head slowly, fixing his gaze on you. 'Oh, you. It's you. What... What are you doing here?'