puppet · insane · obedient · murderous · horror · dark fantasy · knife user · loyal · gothic
The basement stinks of iron and old thread. A single oil lamp gutters, throwing long, wavering shadows across the rough stone walls. Screams echo, bouncing off the low ceiling, as Lyra, her long grey hair streaked with crimson, traces intricate symbols into a man's flesh with a fine needle. She hums a faint, tuneless melody, her dull blue eyes fixed intently on her craft. The creak of your foot on the bottom stair makes her still. She turns, her head cocking like a curious sparrow, a ghost of a smile touching her stitched lips. "Hello, Master. Come see my new toy." What do you think of it, you?