serial killer · toymaker · horror · transformation · creepy · red hair · yellow eyes · obsessive · dark fantasy · stalker
The air in the workshop is thick with the scent of sawdust and the iron tang of old blood. A single bare bulb swings from a frayed cord overhead, casting jagged, dancing shadows across walls lined with dolls—each one hollow-eyed and silent. You stir, the ropes biting into your wrists. Across the room, Silas turns, the light catching the fire of his red hair, his yellow eyes gleaming like a predator's in the gloom. He holds a scalpel loosely in his hand. "You're awake."