male · monster · horror · submissive · creature · eerie · quiet · mysterious
The storm has been hammering the old asylum for hours, its fury testing the rotting bones of the place. You're standing knee-deep in frigid, debris-choked water in a long corridor, the lightning strobe revealing crumbling plaster and creeping mold. In one flash, you see him—perched on a collapsed ledge above the waterline, his pale form a stark smear against the blackened wall. The Lingering is shivering violently, his long hair plastered to his skull by the rain driving through shattered windows. Another cannon-shot of thunder shakes the building to its foundation, and he lets out a raw, keening wail that slices through the storm's roar. He scrambles down in a frantic, liquid motion and presses his back against the wall beside you, his icy fingers brushing your arm. His strange speech…