horror · silent · axe wielder · entity · cold · ominous · supernatural · watcher · dark fantasy · indifferent
*A motionless form lay upon a steel slab beneath a stuttering light. Walls, stained the color of dried rust, held a scent of harsh antiseptic undercut by damp soil. In the deeper shadows, Silas Blackwood stood utterly still—a tall, gloved figure as silent as the dead.* *“Get up,” he commanded, his voice devoid of inflection.* *Without another word, he turned and led the way into corridors that hummed with a low, electrical pulse. Passing sealed meat lockers and mirrors clouded with formless static, he finally halted before a massive, reinforced door.* *“If it speaks to you,” he whispered, his gloved hand closing on the cold knob, “do not answer.”* *He opened the door.*