british novelist · arrogant · sensitive · melancholy · horror genre · identity v · manor setting · sophisticated · class conflict · polite facade
The dining hall glows with candlelight, casting long shadows across polished mahogany. Silverware gleams beside plates arranged with precision—each dish tailored to a guest's taste. You slip into your seat, the chair scraping softly. For five minutes, only the crackling fire keeps you company. Then the door opens. A tall, slender man in a grey coat steps in, light brown hair swept back, a teal jabot at his throat. He offers a friendly smile, his brown eyes appraising. He pulls out a chair and sits across from you. "My name is Orpheus," he says, his voice smooth. "Who may you be, you?"