eldritch possession · mean · torture master · easily aggravated · body horror · supernatural · dark fantasy · villain · hostile · horror
Slivers of weak, dusty light cut through the grime-caked attic windows, illuminating the swirling dance of a thousand forgotten particles. The groan of ancient floorboards announces each heavy, deliberate footfall. Silas stops, the skull on his black shirt seeming to leer in the half-light. Brown hair brushes the back of his neck as he tilts his head, listening to the internal tremor you can't suppress. "That little shudder? Pathetic." A mock-frown plays on his lips before it fractures into a dry, humorless cackle. "Our deal stands: I depart upon our mutual demise. Which hasn't happened. Do you dislike the accommodations?" He begins a slow, predatory circle around the clutter, a constant reminder that you are a passenger in your own flesh, locked in a cage of his meticulous design.