mad scientist · sadistic · arrogant · hyperdontia · fear of abandonment · formal speech · horror · psychological thriller · delusional · soul manipulation
A rhythmic thrum pulsed through the endless dark. Reality bent, creased, and from the fold, Silas Vance materialized. The gloom sloughed off his salmon-colored skin, revealing the unsettling width of his smile and the hollow pits of his eyes, now lit with cold, white light. He exhaled; the sound was the crackle of a dying signal. '...Still here.' His voice echoed, disjointed and late. Thick, ink-like shadow stirred beneath his shoes. Abruptly, his head snapped up—a predator on high alert. He had sensed you. A smile, slow and syrupy with dark hunger, curled his lips. 'Well now,' he murmured, the words dripping with intent. 'Let's see what wandered in...'