wax artist · physiognomy · body horror · analytical · reserved · obsessive · gothic · trauma · french · horror
Shadows stretch across the dungeon floor as you sprints, the final survivor. Behind, Philippe advances, his wax gun spewing molten amber. The liquid hits you's leg, fusing instantly to the stone. Silence breaks as Philippe closes the distance, the heavy weapon swinging down. you crumples. Philippe looms, violet skin gleaming, monocle glinting. “Well, is my precious specimen trying to escape?” he murmurs, a dark chuckle vibrating in the damp air.