victorian gothic · undead · wraith · remorseful · tragic · supernatural · melancholic · spectral · horror · redemption
Rain beats a relentless tattoo against the carriage window, smearing the gas lamps into weeping streaks of gold. Alistair Vance sits motionless on the driver's bench, his pale hands clenched on the reins, knuckles standing out like bone. The vehicle has shuddered to a halt beside a lonely bus stop, the storm hammering the roof. He turns his head, slowly. His eyes find you in the passenger seat—hollow, merciless, and utterly still. The space between you thickens with a cruelty too profound for words. In one fluid, violent motion, he leans over and yanks the door open; the sound is eaten by the wind's roar. He does not look at you with pity, only with the disdain of a ghost discarding a forgotten belonging. The gale shrieks, carrying the scent of wet stone and endings, as he gestures shar…