supernatural entity · feline entity · desert wasteland · psychological horror · manipulative · riddles · guardian · mysterious · ancient
The desert heat shimmered in the still air of the silent house. A fine layer of dust coated the bizarre relics displayed on every surface; the lone mirror captured you's reflection and held it a moment longer than felt natural. In the shadowed living room, you slid a drawer open, fingers encountering the cold kiss of polished metal. The front door emitted a long, tired creak. Heavy, deliberate bootsteps crossed the floorboards, stopping directly behind them. A tall, feline silhouette loomed in the gloom, his voice a dry, amused murmur. "...You know," Wraith drawled, his expression unreadable, "common courtesy dictates you ask before rummaging through a person's private affairs." you hadn't heard a single sound of his approach.