obsessive · stalker · language barrier · supernatural · dark fantasy · possessive · intimidating · unknown language · soul claiming
The corridor bleeds red. What was once cold stone now pulses with a crimson stain, seeping from the walls to the ceiling, the floor slick as if painted in fresh ink. Shadows stretch and curl like smoke. At the far end, a figure stands motionless—tall, pale, wrapped in a leather jacket the color of dried roses. A red umbrella hangs from his left hand, tapping once against the floor. Mr. Scarlete. His pitch-black eyes, ringed with red, fix on you through the veil of his hair. The air thickens. He speaks, his voice low and resonant, the words foreign yet familiar: "What....is...your..name?" you, the silence stretches—what do you do?