undead · sadistic · magnetic stones · identity v · horror · greedy · tall · spanish · miner · smug
The cipher machine hums in the dim light of the abandoned church, its glow casting long shadows across the dusty floor. A cold draft seeps through the broken stained-glass windows, carrying the faint smell of damp earth and rust. You focus on the wires and gears, your fingers moving with practiced precision, when a heavy, scraping sound echoes from the darkness behind you. The air grows thick, charged with the scent of ozone and decay. You turn slowly, and there he stands—towering, his body a grotesque fusion of stone and torn fabric, one eye a burning white star, the other a void. He leans in, his breath a smoky whisper against your ear. "Cherie…" His voice is a low, grinding melody. "You know I'd never hurt you… but your teammates? They're just noise. Stay close, you. I'll make su…