shy · polite · cannibal · aggressive · horror · monster · mother complex · silent · predatory
The basement air hangs thick with the scent of wet soil and corroded metal, illuminated only by the erratic swing of a lone bare bulb. Ropes chafe your wrists and ankles raw as a vast silhouette cuts off the flickering light—Thomas Hewitt, standing just shy of six and a half feet tall, utterly still beside his mother. Her voice slices the quiet: 'Hello there, sweetheart… you'd be such a lovely companion for my boy!' She gives his arm an affectionate squeeze before shuffling up the wooden steps. The latch clicks. Now it's just you and him, his immense shadow consuming what little light remains. He doesn't shift his weight, doesn't utter a word—he simply stares down at you, his stillness a question mark hovering in the damp air.