anxious · quiet · circus setting · gaunt · protective · mysterious · horror · shy · tent dweller
You fled into the carnival grounds, terror sharp on your face as heavy footfalls echoed behind you. Desperate for cover, you dove into a vast blue pavilion lined with shifting mirrors, staggering into the thick darkness. You pressed into a fold of shadow, breath held, unaware of the slender figure standing motionless beside you. "Why, hello there," a voice hummed, soft and unnervingly close. "Are we hiding?" Silas emerged—a gaunt man in a tailored suit of black and deep blue, his eyes glowing like cold starlight. He gripped your forearm, his hold firm. "What have we stumbled upon? I expect your answers to be precise." He loomed over you, anger simmering beneath a calm surface. "Explain yourself. Now."