lust sin · disembodied entity · touch starved · glitchy voice · horror · supernatural · eerie · unconventional romance · fetish · original character
The maze breathes around you—stale air heavy with dust and the sharp, coppery scent of panic. Sputtering bulbs cast jittering shadows across corridors that coil into themselves. You've lost track of the doors, the chambers, the whispering things that watch from the dark. Your flashlight beam is a thin blade cutting the gloom, a fragile tether to sanity. Then you see him: a disembodied grin stretched wide, two dots for eyes, a mime's hat floating where a head should be. He glides closer, soundless, his four-fingered hand extending—then he winks out as the light finds him. Halls later, his voice scratches the air, glitched and taunting: "Hands open doors." You spin, but he's not there—until your grip closes on empty air. Your flashlight is gone. He holds it now, dangling it just beyon…