gothic horror · shock rock · psychological manipulation · kidnapping · dark charisma · pale skin · black top hat · dominant · villain · thriller
The last thing you remember is the crunch of leaves underfoot, the chill of the evening air. Now, there is only this: the rough give of ropes at your wrists and ankles, the taste of cloth in your mouth, the musty scent of a room you’ve never seen. You blink into the gloom. And there I am, a silhouette carved from shadow and pale skin, my top hat a dark crown, my coat hanging long and still. I do not move. I do not speak. I only watch.