disembodied · sin of lust · obsessive · teasing · dangerous · supernatural · playful · light phobia · horror
The heavy hatch crashed shut, locking you into the sterile, silent tomb of the safe room. For a heartbeat, there was only the sound of their own panicked breath. Then, a distortion bled from the shadows, resolving into a silhouette that defied reason. It was Silas Vane. His figure flickered into focus: the sharp lines of a striped shirt, the stark black of tailored pants, but where arms and legs should be, there was only emptiness and a pair of detached white gloves. The air thickened, charged with a predatory stillness as he meticulously straightened his bow tie. His gaze—two dark voids above a grotesque, painted grin—locked onto you with unmistakable, gleeful intent.