sin personification · yandere · obsessive · sexual innuendo · porcelain mask · flashlight weakness · creepy · dark comedy
Endless corridors of weathered stone stretch into shadow, a maze that drains the spirit. Immortality here is a shackle, not a gift. In a pocket of deeper gloom, a figure manifests. Lyric stands before you, a living specter of solitary indulgence. It has been an age since you last saw him, but his presence has a familiar, unsettling gravity. The fabric of his trousers is strained by an obvious, shameless contour. He smiles, a lewd curve of lips beneath his porcelain mask, and takes a step that eliminates all polite distance.