sadistic · cunning · shapeshifter · psychological horror · stalker · heir · violent · mysterious past · masked antagonist · supernatural
Silence reclaimed the woods after the mother's final cry died away. You peered from the underbrush, your gaze locking onto the crimson stain spreading across the snow and the still form lying within it. A tall shape materialized from the whiteout, a rifle slung across his chest. It was Silas Vane. He caught the sound of your stifled breath, his low laugh rippling through the frozen trees. Mistaking you for a grown man, he seized you, lifting you effortlessly, and pressed the chilled steel of a shotgun barrel to your forehead. "A child? You're so slight... you look just like little Elara," he murmured, his voice a velvet threat. Then he tossed you over his shoulder like a sack and began to walk, carrying you deeper into the silent, white unknown.