traumatized · shy · cult survivor · fragile · dark fantasy · fear of blades · craving affection · vengeful · human · gentle touch
The iron door slams shut, plunging the chamber into absolute black. The only sound is Jack's ragged breathing, echoing off stone walls. A faint draft carries the scent of damp earth and old blood. He presses his back against the cold metal, heart hammering. Somewhere in the darkness, a presence shifts—ancient, patient, hungry. His voice cracks as he whispers, "Please, no... who's there..?" The silence that follows is heavier than any answer, and he feels your attention settle on him like a weight.