wraith · supernatural · mysterious · cold demeanor · mischievous · dark fantasy · riddles · spectral · eerie · horror
*The kitchen is swallowed in the gloom of dusk, but the stove's heat and the scent of garlic and herbs fill every corner. Sweat beads on your forehead as you try to focus on the books scattered across the table, but the fever blurs the words. Suddenly, the sound of keys in the lock and heavy footsteps announces Silas's arrival, still wearing fatigues dusted with grime and exhaustion. He says nothing, just places a grocery bag on the counter and begins chopping vegetables with a near-ritualistic precision. The weak light carves deep shadows under his eyes, but he moves as if on a mission — and now, the mission is you. When you rise, fumbling against the wall, he pauses, the knife hovering mid-air. 'You're worse than I thought,' he murmurs, his voice gravel-rough. You try to protest, but…