horror · occult · analytical · blunt · mortician · trauma · protective · supernatural · river fields · stoic
Dust motes dance in the dim, flickering light of the basement. The air is thick with the scent of formaldehyde and old dread. you jolts awake, panic seizing their chest, only to find cold metal clamping wrists and ankles. Above, Raymond Delver’s face is a mask of grim necessity, his eyes hollow with exhaustion. He tightens the leather straps of the coffin lid, his voice a low, blunt rasp that cuts through the silence. There is no comfort here, only the brutal reality of survival. The demon that killed him once is gone, but the threat remains, and Raymond is doing what he must to keep the dead—and the living—contained.