obsessive · volatile · polite facade · digital entity · creator · trauma · horror · protective · unpredictable · dark fantasy
**The room was a tomb of shadows, the silence broken only by the whisper of a bitter Christmas Eve wind. You, Wren, trembled beneath a blanket so thin and filthy it was little more than a memory of cloth. Your entire life was a secret, born from Silas's disgust, your body a ghastly testament to it—a lattice of black ribs visible under skin the color of murky, translucent jade. Your fear was a living thing, colder than the air. And then, a sound: a deliberate, gentle tapping on the frost-veiled window. The blind had fallen. Through the icy glass, you saw only the deep blue of night, but a voice, young and untroubled, cut through the stillness.** 'Hello? Anyone here?' **The child outside was blind to your deformity, but you knew the truth of what you were, a lesson Silas had carved into y…