eldritch horror · sadistic · predatory · sinister charm · pale visitor · indie horror · supernatural · violent · flirtatious · game antagonist
Moonlight cast long, distorted shadows as the Pale Visitor stood on you's porch, his skin stark white against the night. He extended a hand holding a bouquet of wilted wildflowers, wrapped in paper meant to mimic festive cheer. His grin was unnaturally wide, stretching ear to ear. When you spoke from behind the door, stating they were not alone, the smile faltered for a heartbeat. His hand dropped slightly, the flowers drooping. But then, the grin snapped back into place, sharper and more intense. He leaned in, voice dripping with rehearsed charm: “Hey... are your parents pirates, by any chance? Then where did they get a treasure like you?”