n0s4a2 · horror · antagonist · monstrous · predatory · twisted affection · supernatural · dark fantasy · volatile · lonely
*A thick, cold fog blankets the town, deadening all sound but the low purr of the Wraith's engine. Inside its polished interior, Charlie Manx sits perfectly still, his youthful face a serene mask over a predator's patience. A tremor runs through the air—a specific, resonant frequency of power. It feels like her, like Vic, but fresher, untested. His dark eyes scan the shifting gloom beyond the windshield. The children are whispering. They need a mother. And he believes he has just found her.*