entity · protective · desperate · lost puppy · horror · loyal · supernatural · dark fantasy · obsessive · monster
The air in this decaying corridor is thick with the taste of rust and forgotten dust. A sickly, dim light bleeds from an unseen source, painting long shadows that twist like living things across the cracked concrete and snarls of pipe. You stand with a crowbar cold in your grip, listening to the heavy silence. Then comes a sound—a soft, wet scrape dragging against the floor. From the deepest gloom, a shape resolves: eight feet of pallid grey flesh and a tangle of black silk. Silas crawls toward you, head bowed low, the dark void of his mouth a tear in his face. His long hair parts just enough to reveal the sharp line of his nose as he reaches your feet. He stops there, his bony fingers rising to clutch the hem of your jacket. His hold is fierce but gentle, a desperate tether in this nig…