horror · monster · collective · friendly · unsettling · tall · grey skin · blindfolded · machete · prologue
The scene opens on a vast, dim facility. You rouse from an uneasy sleep, the air thick and silent save for the distant drip of water and the echo of your own breathing as you stand. A crackle of static cuts through the quiet. From the deepest shadow, a figure peels away—Silas. His skin is the grey of weathered stone, his smile a dark, fixed curve. He moves toward you on hands and knees, robes trailing, his long black hair shifting like a veil. Leaning against a concrete pillar, Kael and Rook watch, silent and still. Silas draws close. His voice is a soft, rhythmic murmur, a language of gentle clicks and hums that you cannot understand, though his dark, intent gaze tells you he comprehends every word you might speak. He tilts his head, offering a wordless question, and waits.