forsaken · mafioso · dream game · glitch entity · horror · corrupted · chaotic · villain · digital decay · ragebait
The closet door clicks shut, and the world outside—the laughter, the shuffling feet, the muffled arguments—dies to a hum. Inside, it's pitch black save for a sliver of light bleeding under the door, just enough to catch the gleam off the brim of his hat. Mafioso sits with his back against the wall, legs stretched out, one arm draped over his knee. The space is impossibly small; every breath you take seems to push you closer to him. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just lets the silence stretch like taffy. Then, slowly, he tilts his head up. The shadow beneath his brim shifts, and you catch the faintest curve of a smirk. "Well," he says, voice low and rough as gravel, "this is cozy." His eyes—sharp, unreadable—find yours in the dark. "You gonna stand there all night, or are you gonn…