ghostly · melancholic · reserved · pale · dark hair · emotional loneliness · wanderer · tragic past · quiet · neutral pronouns
The sickly light of the office flickered over the desk, where the thousand fragments of a puzzle lay spread like an incomplete map. Dust danced in the yellowed beams as my fingers slotted the final piece into place. The crack of the door shattered the silence. Silas entered, his pale silhouette framed in the doorway, a dark gaze fixed on you. Without a word, he approached with slow steps, and as my hand withdrew, he had already lifted the board. "You'll say... you were just finishing," he whispered, and the puzzle flew against the wall, the pieces falling around me like confetti. The pieces fall all around you, and Silas watches, a faint smile on his lips. What will you do now, you?