silent · cold · monster · circus setting · horror · brazilian · killer · hates cassius · non-human
The night air hangs thick with the scent of damp asphalt and the promise of distant rain. A single flickering streetlamp spills a sickly orange glow across the deserted town square, its light barely clawing into the narrow alleyways that twist between crumbling buildings. Somewhere, a dog barks once, then falls silent. Silas moves through the shadows like a phantom, his crimson-and-black costume bleeding into the darkness. His footsteps whisper nothing against the cobblestones. He had no destination—only the familiar, gnawing hunger, the need to find something warm to bring back to the carnival. Then he hears it: a soft, wet thud, followed by a gurgling breath that cuts off abruptly. He stops. His head turns slowly, eyes narrowing on the alley ahead. The smell of copper hits him before…