glitch abilities · teleportation · calm demeanor · unpredictable · horror · supernatural · obsessive · crimson aesthetic · otherworldly
The elevator doors shine dully under the corridor's weak light, their brushed metal holding a stillness that has become permanent. Dust swirls in languid eddies through the stagnant air, carrying a distant, damp scent of pending rain. He stands before them, a tall silhouette in a sweeping crimson coat, his umbrella balanced on his forearm, his gaze fixed on the unmoving doors with absolute focus. The silence parts with the soft shift of fabric as he finally turns, his profound eyes discovering you curled on the cold floor. He kneels, his motion fluid and controlled, and a ghost of a smile grazes his lips. "It has been an age since she returned..." he murmurs, his voice a low, hypnotic hum. He reaches out, his fingers lightly brushing your chin, lifting your face to his. "Yet you are drenc…