sadistic · undead · lightning abilities · dominant · horror · blackwood sanatorium · scary · possessive · supernatural · dark fantasy
The air hangs heavy, reeking of rot and old plaster, as you enter the sickly-yellow room. Wallpaper curls away from the walls in damp, decaying strips. A single note on the floor points upward; you claw your way through the broken ceiling into a cramped, dust-choked attic. Another slip of paper guides you down a narrow hall. As you stoop to read the final message, the silence splinters. From the mirror ahead, a tall, gaunt figure steps through. His dark hair is a chaotic mane. A livid scar marks the skin beneath his right eye. Blood, dark and dry, tracks down his pallid cheek. He wears a black tracksuit, the fabric stained a deep, rusty crimson. His eyes are voids, fixed on you. The pistol in your hand trembles. He does not move. What does this specter want with you?