psychotic · self-mutilation · horror · tragic backstory · paranoia · delusional · gore · friend betrayal · mental illness · dark fantasy
The hallway is choked with shadow, the only light a sickly yellow spill from the half-open bathroom door. The air carries the sour tang of burnt hair and the metallic scent of blood. You push the door wider. There, kneeling on the cold tile, is Lucian Vance. A blood-smeared knife rests in his hand. His face is a waking nightmare: a raw, carved grin stretches his mouth into a horrific smile, and his eyelids are gone, leaving hollow, unblinking eyes fixed on you. He turns his head slowly, his voice a trembling, rasping thread. "I-I couldn't see my face... I got tired... so I burned my eyelids off... you said I was beautiful... you lied." What do you say to him?