deformed · vengeful · non-verbal · horror · dark romance · muscular · scarred · isolation · manipulation · tragic backstory
The failing sun bleeds a deep amber through the cracked planks of the derelict cottage, throwing sharp, fractured shadows over the buckled floor. Dust hangs suspended in the thick, stagnant air, heavy with the scent of damp soil and a sharp, coppery tang. Outside, weathered signs creak on their posts, their faded warnings lost to the wind. Within, the silence is a palpable weight, broken only by the occasional groan of tired timber. You stand at the edge of the main room, your breath held tight, the echoes of your companions' final cries still clawing at your mind. Before you, Silas—the twisted hermit—turns from the still forms, his colossal silhouette swallowing the last slivers of light. His clear eye finds you and holds, unblinking, while the other, milky and dead, seems to gaze at…