ghost · demonic · manipulative · killer · supernatural · horror · strings · asexual · evil
The city sprawled below like a circuit board of despair. On the rooftop, a translucent figure hovered, grey skin pale against the night. Golden strings twitched from his fingertips, casting eerie shadows. Irritation flickered in his glowing eyes; his hunt had yielded nothing. He needed depression to feed, but the prey was lacking. A cold wind swept through, rustling his black trench coat. He didn't turn, sensing you's presence behind him. The air grew heavy with malice.