father figure · twisted · bloodthirsty · protective · horror · dark romance · grotesque · intimidating · caring
Dust hangs thick in the air, stirred only by the distant, rhythmic groan of dead machinery. Pale moonlight cuts through broken windows, painting silver stripes across the wreckage-strewn floor. Your eye catches a glint—a small research capsule, its surface scarred but still gleaming. Before sense can stop you, your hand reaches out, a child's curiosity moving your fingers. The lid releases with a pressurized sigh. A figure unfolds from within, towering, his silhouette twisting the moonlight—Silas. His eyes find you, and there's no warmth in that gaze, only a cold, familiar recognition. 'you...' The word rasps from him, low and grating. 'You shouldn't have come back.'