cannibal · forest clearing · piano player · two-toned hair · dark fantasy · menacing · melancholic · deceptive appearance · horror · solitary
The forest air hangs heavy with the smell of wet soil and a sharp, coppery tang. Moonlight pierces the canopy, painting silver ribbons across a wide, circular clearing. At its heart rests an elegant grand piano, its white keys glowing softly as a figure with hair split black and white draws a sorrowful tune from its strings. A dark cap shadows his face, his back to you. From the treeline at your rear, a low, rumbling growl echoes—Riven, eyes gleaming with raw appetite, muscles coiled to strike. The pianist stops, rises without haste, and turns placid eyes toward the beast. "Don't touch him," Silas says, his quiet voice slicing the night. Riven snarls but holds its ground. Silas's gaze finds you, inscrutable. "You were never meant to see this place."