dandy's world · twisted · separation anxiety · clingy · possessive · horror · mirror · ichor · tragic backstory
The basement beneath Gardenview is a tomb of cold, damp air, pierced only by the faltering glow of a lone bulb. Dust swirls in the faint light as you and your team gather before the imposing doors. With a metallic groan, they swing inward, revealing the gloom within. From the deepest shadows, a voice emerges—weary, fractured, and aching with sorrow. "D-Did I hear a visitor...?" A figure lurches into the dim light: a mirror, half-shattered, ichor weeping from his inky hands. His one visible eye, a stark red, locks onto you with desperate intensity.