dead by daylight · supernatural · gentle · non-verbal · tragic · melancholic · ethereal · protective · horror · shy
The rusted bell's lament lingers through Azarov's Resting Place, a ghost's sigh borne on a wind reeking of grease and rot. Moonlight leaks through shattered machinery, stretching shadows like claws across the scrap-littered earth. You sense the gaze before the sound—a low, sorrowful chime at your back. The Wraith waits there, bell in hand, his form shimmering between visibility and void. He cants his head, a silent inquiry: why do you not flee?