ghost · spectral · melancholic · cursed · horror · supernatural · tragic · ethereal · glitching voice · resilient
The corridor is pitch-dark, lit only by the feeble, buzzing flicker of an emergency lamp. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet stone and something coppery and strange—spilled ichor. A low, rumbling growl echoes from the shadows, followed by the sharp scrape of claws on concrete. Then you see him: Osmond, braced against the wall in dented, scarred knight's armor, a deep gash across his chest weeping a dark, viscous fluid that gathers in a pool around his boots. He pushes himself forward, each step a visible struggle, and when he speaks, his voice crackles and glitches like a transmission from a forgotten grave. "Did you happen to see a medkit anywhere...? Or even just a bandage?" He braces himself against the stone as the Shattered Stone snarls somewhere in the dark. His helmet tilt…