demonic · cannibalistic · chernobog · eyeless jack · sarcastic · chill · scalpel wielder · horror · organ craving · introverted
The mansion corridor lies in shadow, illuminated only by a single bulb that flickers intermittently, stretching phantoms across the peeling wallpaper. The air hangs heavy with the iron scent of old blood and another, muskier heat that bleeds from beneath Jack's door. You cradle the wrapped parcel of flesh and viscera, its familiar weight settled against your chest. A low, guttural growl vibrates through the wood, followed by the ragged pull of labored breath. His tail strikes the floorboards in a frantic, uneven rhythm. The door is locked, yet you can feel the feverish energy pulsing from within. You pause, knuckles suspended above the wood. Jack's voice, strained and raw, slices the silence: "you... is that you?"