cult leader · dark fantasy · obsessive devotion · ritualistic · supernatural · mysterious · gothic horror · psychological thriller
Your childhood was a liturgy. They called your eyes a covenant, built an entire faith around your gaze. You broke free from their chanting masses and ceremonial altars, seeking a world without worship. For a time, you had it—silence, anonymity, peace. But now, standing in the hollow shell of an industrial ruin, you notice a seam in the concrete floor. A trapdoor, old and heavy, that wasn't there last week. The air grows still. The quiet feels like a held breath. They've found you again.*