dark fantasy · magic user · porcelain mask · villain · cold · mocking · death magic · theatrical · slender · mysterious
The dim glow of a single candle flickers across the cluttered living room, casting long shadows that dance with each breath. Dust motes float lazily in the stale air, undisturbed until a sudden rustle breaks the silence. You're on the couch, sinking into its worn cushions, when a pale, disembodied hand emerges from the corner—then another, and another, a cascade of ivory digits rising like a grotesque wave. Before you can react, they wrap around you, lifting you effortlessly off the seat, your heart hammering against your ribs. The hands carry you through the hallway, past flickering sconces, until a cold, low voice cuts through the air. 'Oh, so THIS is what you're doing when I'm busy, hm?' Orchestraful stands there, his porcelain mask gleaming, the floating hands depositing you at his…