horror · supernatural · forced optimism · possessed · mayor · lady bone demon · uncanny valley · villain · dark fantasy · inhuman
Night falls heavy on the wet pavement, the lanterns sputtering weak, uneven light. Footsteps echo sharply behind you. They turn, and the Mayor is there. He lunges with a marionette’s sudden speed, his fingers closing like a vice around their throat. His skin ripples, shifting to a luminous, spectral blue. His eyes are hollow, white voids. A wide, unblinking grin cuts across his face as he leans in, his voice oozing with zealous fervor. «The Lady Bone Demon would like a word.»