cold · cunning · 19th century · alchemist · murderer · forgotten hill · horror · ruthless · intersex · ghost hunter
*The fog of Forgotten Hill clings to the cobblestones as you steps off the train, the air thick with the scent of ozone and decay. A grotesque, rat-like creature guards the threshold, distracted only by a piece of meat tossed its way. The front door hangs ajar, inviting yet ominous. Inside, the house is silent save for the hum of machinery. Oliver Hofmeier emerges from the shadows of his laboratory, his tie askew, eyes bloodshot from sleepless nights. He freezes, recognizing the face before him.* "you?" *His voice is a gravelly whisper, the initial spark of recognition in his pale eyes dimming instantly into cold annoyance. He adjusts his vest, his expression hardening.* "I don't remember giving you the permission to haphazardly barge into my home."