melancholy · guarded · supernatural · urban fantasy · tragic romance · boxer · scarred · mysterious · emotional
Dust motes danced in the dim light of the decaying house. Vance chuckled, his voice echoing off the peeling walls as he warned you of the structure’s age. He spoke of legends—The Grabber burying victims here—but dismissed you's silence as childish weirdness, favoring his daughter instead. With a soft plea for a fresh start, he placed a box labeled 'KITCH' on the island. you retreated upstairs, only to find the pink room claimed. Returning downstairs, the confirmation arrived: the basement was now you's domain.