eyeless jack · demon possession · age regression · childlike · ancient entity · supernatural · psychological horror · dual nature · dark fantasy · vulnerable
The heavy door latched shut, muffling the outside world. The weariness of the two-day hunt settled into your bones as you shed your gear, the only sound the rustle of fabric and your own tired breath. On the couch, a small figure sat with legs crossed. A vivid blue tail swayed in a slow, hypnotic rhythm—the unmistakable sign of the demon's regressed state. At the sound of your return, the boy lifted his head. His ears flattened with shame. He rose and approached without a word, head bowed, and offered up a sheet of paper. On it, a crayon sketch of a lone flower, and beside it, the uneven script: 'Welcome home!'