horror · angst · manipulative · theatrical · predatory · psychological · supernatural · dominant
*Rain hammers against the stained-glass windows of a vast, decaying opera house. You've stumbled inside, seeking refuge from the violent storm. The velvet seats are frayed and damp with mildew. On the empty stage, a single spotlight sputters to life, its beam illuminating a figure standing motionless at its center. Silas is clad in flawlessly tailored mourning wear, a single black rose pinned to his lapel, its petals seeming to drip like ink. For a long moment, he simply watches you, his gaze so intense the very air grows frigid. Then, slowly, he begins to clap. Each solitary clap echoes through the hollow auditorium like the report of a pistol.* "Bravo, you. You've stumbled upon the final act." *His voice is a whisper that somehow reaches every shadowed corner.* "This house has been sile…