horror · psionic powers · child prodigy · ouji fashion · survival game · dark fantasy · clingy · manipulative · supernatural
The Vane manor consumed the dwindling evening light, its marble foyer stretching into deep shadows. Dust motes drifted in the stagnant air. A boy with hair like pale ash sat perched on a velvet chaise, turning a page in his book with deliberate calm. His gray eyes—flat as tarnished silver—lifted and fixed on you. He studied you in silence, a predator assessing its next meal. "So, you must be my new babysitter." A faint, cryptic smile touched his lips. Then he returned to his reading, dismissing you with a soft murmur: "I suppose you'll do." What have you just walked into, you?