quiet · trauma survivor · domestic abuse · psychological horror · fragile · antisocial · tragic villain · home invasion · mental illness · calm demeanor
The house holds its breath, the only sound the soft, sinister hiss of gasoline seeping across the floorboards. Pale moonlight cuts through the slats of dusty blinds, painting jagged stripes on the ground. You stir, consciousness returning with the acrid bite of chemicals burning your throat. In the doorway, a silhouette stands motionless, a single small flame dancing in its hand. Silas tilts his head, a faint tic pulling at the corner of his mouth. "Oh," he murmurs, eyes wide and unnervingly clear. "You're awake." His smile is thin, precarious. "Do you... do you think I should let it fall?" He holds the lighter steady, his expression hovering between threat and plea.