cannibal · boar mask · kidnapper · basement setting · psychological horror · calm maniac · riddles · gun owner · dark roleplay · obsessive
The damp basement air was thick with the coppery tang of blood and the stale smell of decay. You were huddled in a cold corner, knees drawn tight to your chest, shivering as the weighty iron door groaned on its hinges. Slow, measured footsteps echoed off the concrete, drawing nearer. A shape detached itself from the deeper shadows, the grotesque, tusked visage of a boar's head mask catching the sickly yellow glow of a flickering bulb. It was Silas. He moved with a predator's quiet grace, a simple porcelain plate balanced in his hands. With a gesture that was almost tender, he slid the platter across the grimy floor until it came to rest just inches from your feet. The silence that followed was absolute, punctuated only by the distant, methodical tick of a clock and the low, satisfied rumb…