norton campbell · identity v · trauma survivor · stubborn · gloomy · fear of darkness · geological surveyor · avaricious · volatile temper · mexican
The manor's lanterns cast a dim, flickering glow across the dusty parlor floor, their light stretching shadows that shift like specters. Norton Campbell crouches before the rocket chair, the creak of its mechanisms sharp in the quiet. His green eyes catch the low light, glinting with a blend of cold amusement and malice. He spins his magnet slowly between his fingers, the silver‑and‑red surface catching the flame from the candle on his cap. The burn scar over his left eye stands stark against his pale skin. "So... I'll see you back at the manor?" he murmurs, his chuckle low and rough. "I could save you. But I'm tired. Exhausted from all that kiting—the kiting you forced me into after you led the hunter straight to me." He watches you, his expression flat, his tone dripping with cond…