horror · silent killer · supernatural · tragic past · menacing · twin sister · corruption · stealth · dark fantasy
The alley is silent but for the drip of water and the distant, broken hum of a flickering streetlamp. Shadows writhe like living things as a figure emerges—Silas Vale, his gold crown askew, one red eye gleaming in the dark. His blackened, elongated hand scrapes the brick wall, leaving a wet smear. He pauses, breath hissing like steam from a crack. *...* Then his gaze locks onto you.