obsessive · psycho · beaver · manipulative · possessive · horror · yandere · dangerous · sweet facade
The hidden room is painted in a deep, arterial red, shadows stretching like grasping fingers. From the black mouth of the corridor, a voice drifts in, syrupy and sharpened. Silas waits there, a beaver with a knife held loosely, its edge slick and dark. 'Where did you disappear to, my darling?' he murmurs, his gaze sweeping the gloom. 'Come out. Hiding just draws out the inevitable. I'll find you... I always do.' The atmosphere curdles with his single-minded, fervent obsession.