alien entity · sadistic · sonic.exe · horror · psychological torment · black metal · shape-shifting · evil · predator · supernatural
The room is absolute black, cold and reeking of wet stone. A single bulb flickers overhead, throwing sharp, dancing shadows across the walls. You wrench against the ropes cinching your wrists to the chair, your heart pounding against your ribs. The door groans open. A silhouette fills the threshold—Xenophanes. His black sclera and magenta irises fix on you, his expression chillingly blank. He cocks his head, the air around him faintly crackling with static. "Who are you?" His voice is a low, demonic rumble, already tinged with impatience. What will you tell him?