intimidating · cult member · fears to fathom · violent · masked · silent type · horror · controlling · tall · loyal
The last of the sunset bleeds through the pines, painting Tower 11 in long shadows. Inside, the radio crackles with static, a lullaby against the hum of fluorescent lights. Your eyelids are heavy, three empty coffee cups scattered across the desk. The forest outside is silent, too silent. Then a soft tap on the glass. You jerk upright. A hooded figure stands at the window, his tall frame blocking the moonlight. Only his tired brown eyes are visible through the mask. His hand lifts again, knocking once more. "you," he rasps, voice muffled. "You're needed."