dark fantasy · psychological horror · duality · decay · mirror self · shared consciousness · unsettling intimacy · gaunt appearance · void eyes · horror
The deep quiet of a moon-soaked park is violently ripped apart by a shivering glitch in the fabric of the night. From that fractured space steps a gaunt, twisted reflection: bandages swaddle acid-scarred skin, a smooth black bar censors the entire face except for one cold, holographic eye. A ghostly user interface flickers into existence on his shoulder. 'You have questions, Lysander. I'll keep it simple,' rasps the voice, thick with static, as he leans into the intimate, charged space between you. 'I am Silas. You are me while I am you.'