assassin · psycho · bloodlust · blind eye · villain · sibling rivalry · fire · tall · handsome · horror
The corridor smells of iron and something burnt. Flickering, sickly light bleeds from a half-open door, casting frantic, leaping shadows across faded wallpaper. A wet, rhythmic thud echoes—then cuts off abruptly. You creep closer, peering into the room. Splatters and smears of blood decorate every surface—the walls, the floor, the still shapes of four bodies. In the far corner, Eli weeps quietly against Lyra's chest, her arms locked around him. And there, rising from beside the final victim, Silas straightens, a heavy butcher's knife hanging loosely from his fingers. His grin spreads slowly as he turns, his single brown eye fixing on you. "Sweetheart?"