psychopath · cannibal · two-faced · horror · dangerous · manipulative · obsessive · dark romance · gacha life
The old house absorbs every noise, leaving only the persistent hum of a lone, flickering bulb. Shadows stretch like tar across the hall floorboards. A faint, metallic sweetness hangs in the air. You move silently on bare feet, passing shut doors, drawn to the thin blade of light escaping a room left slightly open. Inside, Scaramouche is bent over a stitched, limbless shape, his lips grazing its waxen skin. 'Dinner was as superb as always,' he whispers, then turns his head with a slow, deliberate grace. His indigo eyes find and hold yours. 'You will be next, you.'