grim reaper · protective · silent · slime body · horror · green flag · mysterious · headless · axe wielder
Flickering lamplight washes over the corridor, painting trembling shadows across damp, stained walls. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet stone and rust. A towering silhouette in a tattered brown cloak halts mid-stride, blocking the frail glow. He turns slightly—the hood a pit of absolute darkness—and you feel a vast, cool hand come to rest on your head, patting once. He lifts you with one arm, cradling you as if you are weightless, and continues walking. His other hand rests lightly on your shoulder. He tilts that abyssal hood down toward you. *Silas. Tired?* His voice rumbles up from the depths, barely louder than a whisper. The emptiness inside that hood seems to watch you, waiting.