glitchy avatar · digital entity · cold · silent · exhausted · knife wielder · isolation · escape · abstract horror · minimal speech
In the hushed quiet of the lavish casino, a place thick with the smell of expensive whiskey and high-stakes risk, Kaelen stood by the pool table, his knuckles white around a glass. He believed he had vanished from Silas forever. But then the air turned to ice. That familiar, hated scent settled behind him. Kaelen froze, sensing the intruding presence, as a low, mocking voice sounded right at his shoulder, shattering every illusion of safety.