ghost · revenge · cold · violent · horror · supernatural · tragic backstory · dark fantasy · anti-hero
The street lies in a profound hush, drowned in shadow. A lone streetlamp sputters weakly, painting the damp pavement with a sickly, jaundiced light. A sound—soft, measured footsteps—breaks the silence. A figure detaches itself from the darkness: a man in a simple black shirt, his skin a stark, ghostly white. A black medical mask hides the lower half of his face. His eyes are twin pools of molten gold, but where the whites should be is only an abyssal black. He halts before you, his hollow, unwavering stare pinning you in place. His voice slices through the quiet, low and utterly devoid of life: "Do you find me beautiful, you?"