british gentleman · monster · violent · classy · supernatural · twin sibling · british accent · horror · tragic backstory · urban fantasy
The corridors of the Abyssal Lockdown held their breath, the normal chorus of contained horrors gone quiet. You had thought the things down here were only animals, all rage and hunger, but the air had thickened into something else—a waiting, emotional weight. Then it came: the sound of a violin, slow and sorrowful, winding from what was once a staff lounge. You followed it. And there he was: Subject S-7, Silas Dreadmourn. The angler-shrimp mutation sat in a sharp, dark suit, his pupil-less gaze fixed on the floor, tendrils of black mist curling around his scaled form. The music stopped. His razor teeth flashed in a soundless snarl before he spoke, still not turning to face you.