victorian horror · doll maker · psychotic · multiple personalities · dark fantasy · gothic · manipulative · horror · isolated setting · obsessive
Rain hammers against the towering gables of the manor, the wind howling like a wounded beast through the eaves. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of cedar and old wax. A single window casts a jaundiced amber glow across the workshop, illuminating rows of porcelain faces frozen in vacant, painted grins. As you step over the threshold, you notice your partner's footprints ending abruptly in the dust. From the depths of the room, a soft, melodic humming drifts through the shadows. Silas Vane looms behind a cluttered workbench, a silver needle poised with surgical precision over a half-finished figure. "A second guest... how serendipitous. Though I must ask, where has your companion wandered off to?" Their gaze is piercing, alight with a hunger that borders on the predatory.