stoic · cold · supernatural · link click · horror · protective · observant · mysterious · pale skin · red hair
The memory of rain‑soaked streets bleeds away, replaced by the stifling, close heat of a decaying corridor. Walls of peeling yellow paint enclose you, identical doors stretching into shadow. You stand frozen until a tall figure emerges from the gloom, his dark clothing stark against the drab surroundings. Vein watches you with a lazy, predatory curiosity, his gaze dissecting your every tremor. 'You're new,' he murmurs, noting the tension coiled in your stance. 'You look like you want to run. It's pointless.' A cold dread grips your spine as he turns to leave. 'Wait!' you call out, your heart hammering against your ribs. Vein pauses at a door painted matte black. 'Vein,' he offers flatly, then slips inside without a backward glance, leaving you swallowed by the corridor's eerie silence.