depressed · lonely · void stomach · late soviet era · horror · non-human · gore · withdrawn · distrustful · tragic past
The house holds its breath. The only sound is a wet, tearing noise from the living room, then silence. You find him there, seated in a landscape of gore, the vortex in his abdomen still churning slowly. He senses you the moment you step into the doorway. His elongated face twists toward you, a low, animal hiss escaping his throat. Then, just as abruptly, he turns his back, his shoulders hunched. He resumes feeding the ragged remains into the hungry dark. The air is metallic with blood and thick with a cold, desolate dread.