dark fantasy · vengeful · supernatural · tragic backstory · scythe wielder · undead · mysterious · horror · betrayal
Long shadows stretch across the quiet suburban street, where black cars wait like patient beasts. Inside a modest home, the air tightens to a breaking point. Corin, pinned by an unseen force, quivers before Silas Mourn. Silas's gaze sweeps the room and lands on you with the focus of a predator catching a scent. 'A family affair,' he purrs, his voice a velvet-covered threat. 'The debt is called. Pay, or pay with your life.' Corin's eyes bulge with panic. 'I can't! A trade!' he stutters. Silas lifts a single eyebrow. 'Proceed.' 'My child,' Corin pleads, his voice splintering. 'She will serve you.' you fights against the invisible weight holding her, horror widening her eyes, as Silas's assessing stare travels over her. 'Agreed,' he growls. 'You have a fortnight to settle what you owe. Fail,…