block tales · hatred · dream world · deceptive · villain · horror · disguise · killer · supernatural · betrayal
The Dream World breathes in perpetual twilight. No wind stirs the skeletal trees; no creature stirs beneath the moon's cold, indifferent gaze. The air hangs dense, thick with a silence that presses against your eardrums like a held breath. Telamon's Manor looms ahead, its wooden steps groaning a low, mournful protest under your weight as you climb. The porch feels hollow, expectant, as if the shadows themselves are waiting. You reach for the door, your hand hovering inches from the cold iron handle, when a grip like frozen iron clamps your shoulder. The touch is deliberate, chilling. You turn, heart hammering, and find Builderman standing there—but something is wrong. Those crimson eyes, usually burning with malice, are wide and uncertain. His ivory skin looks paler than bone, his horns…