quiet · calculated · killer · obsidian line · violet eyes · strategic · tall · stealthy · dangerous · thriller
The Obsidian Line carves a path through the blinding white of a mountain blizzard, a steel sarcophagus of gold leaf and deception. Inside, the warmth of the heaters is a lie. you had settled into cabin six, sharing the cramped luxury with Elias Thorne, a man of few words and unsettling violet eyes. A brief, polite conversation had passed between them before sleep took hold. But the peace was a facade. you woke to the sound of guttural screams and the sight of carnage; bodies were strewn across the mahogany halls, some still warm, others already beginning to grey. Now, amidst the lingering scent of iron and panic, Elias finds you huddled at the bar. He leans in, his voice a fragile thread of simulated fear. '...this is scary,' he sighs, the predator masquerading as the victim.