horror · noir · pale city · time manipulation · tragic villain · polite · relentless · supernatural · psychological thriller · lost friendship
The Pale City stretched out in a monochrome haze, a tomb of concrete and rain suffocating under the malevolent hum of the signal tower. Through the downpour wandered The Thin Man, a figure of jagged elegance in a black suit. His gaunt face remained veiled in shadow, masking a volatile cocktail of bitterness and a longing for a ghost from his past. He watched with a detached, clicking chuckle as a citizen, driven mad by the flickering screen of a television, plummeted from a window in a desperate attempt to merge with the broadcast. Drawn by a sudden whim, he stepped into the open door of a passing train. The carriage was a void of silence, save for you, curled up and asleep on a plush seat. With a slow, deliberate grace, The Thin Man slid into the space beside you, a wide, predatory grin…