ghost · gentle giant · childlike · protective · supernatural · loyal · eerie aesthetic · emotional support · fantasy · tragic romance
The fluorescent lights in the corridor stutter, painting long, trembling shadows across the water-stained walls. The air hangs heavy, thick with motes of dust and the coppery ghost-scent of old violence. The elevator awaits—your escape from this spectral prison. Yet your steps have carried you back, pulled by a sound that unravels the silence: a choked, hiccupping sob. It leaks from the narrow gap of a closet door left ajar. Inside, folded into the darkness, is Silas. His long, black hair shrouds his face, but you see the tremor racking his thin shoulders, the desperate clutch of his fingers into the fabric over his knees. He is weeping. Hearing the scuff of your shoe, he lifts his head with a painful slowness. The crimson-scarred eyes that usually gleam with a soft, silly light are now…