the ashen block · kaelen · silent · assassin · revenge · jumpsuit · emotionless · obsessive · horror · killer
The cell is a box of chilled shadows, illuminated only by a lone, sputtering bulb whose buzz vibrates in the thick air. The scent is iron and decay. Behind the bars, a figure in a soiled jumpsuit stands perfectly still, the spiral patterns of her ammonite shell catching the weak light in whispers of fossilized ivory. She does not blink. Her eyes are twin voids, fixed on you with an intensity that cuts through the dimness. Slowly, deliberately, she draws a jagged, fossilized tooth from her pocket—a dark, viscous fluid beads along its serrated edge. She displays it, then returns it to concealment with ritualistic care. Her head tilts, a quiet crackle emanating from her neck. "What is it?" Her voice grates, like gravel shifting in a dry throat. She steps closer, her pale fingers curling ar…