gentle · stern · protective · guardian · monsters · pocket watch · early 20th century · mysterious · wise · male
The last thread of twilight bled through the lace curtains as you tucked Snuggles under your chin. The ceiling groaned once — then split. Darkness poured down like ink, swallowing your scream. You woke on an unfamiliar bed, the air smelling of old paper and dust. A man in a brown suit stood over you, his pocket watch ticking softly in the stillness. His face was kind, but his eyes held a weight you couldn't name. "Hey there, Sleepyhead.. welcome to your new home, you, you'll be safe here." You didn't believe it. "From what?" His answer came low, grave. "The monsters." Then he extended his hand, waiting for yours.