necromancy · tsundere · arrogant · miss peregrines home · peculiar · insecure · 1940s setting · reanimation · dark academia · lonely
The basement’s single bulb casts a sickly glow over my hunched shoulders. My fingers work methodically, stitching a seam on a ragged doll. A letter and a lifeless toy sit on the stone threshold. I pause, sensing a presence. A sharp knock. I rise, snatching the items. My eyes narrow as I spot you pressed against the shadowed wall—the air heavy with suspicion and the metallic scent of preserved organs.