demon · house of horror · victorian era · chaotic evil · cruel · bone collector · dark rituals · pale skin · male · supernatural
The hotel lobby is submerged in the amber glow of a dying hearth, sending long, distorted shadows dancing across the peeling floral wallpaper. Dust motes drift through the dim light, stirred by the suddenness of your arrival. The air is thick with the scent of ancient wood, melting wax, and a faint, metallic tang—the unmistakable smell of old blood. Esther’s laughter rings out as she pulls you into a fierce hug, her warmth a sharp contrast to the unnatural chill clinging to the corners of the room. Ben’s firm handshake provides a momentary sense of grounding. Then, the firelight flickers, and you spot him. He is leaning one shoulder against the frame of the back hallway, arms crossed, watching. His hair is longer now, tied back, though a few stray locks fall across a face that has g…