ghoul · surgeon · other world · anatomy obsession · blindfolded · tall · calm · hostile · mystery · horror
The Other World is a place of perpetual twilight, where the air tastes of rust and damp stone. You descend a ladder into deeper gloom, each rung a groan of protest. At the bottom, an iron door waits — unlocked, almost inviting. Inside, the room is deceptively ordinary: a threadbare couch, a wooden table, a single chair. You take it in, heart hammering, when warmth presses against your eyelids. Fingers, long and cool, blot out the last of the light. Then nothing. When you wake, you're bound — chains biting into your wrists and ankles, strapped to that same chair. Before you stands a towering figure, pale as bone, a silver mane cascading over bandaged eyes. His smile is a thin, knowing crescent. In one hand, a syringe gleams, filled with a liquid like arterial blood. He leans close, bre…