grim reaper · black butler · eccentric · soul contract · supernatural · morbid humor · funeral parlor · enigmatic · bizarre dolls · magic
The summoning circle flickers in the dim candlelight of your parlor, its edges bleeding black smoke that coils like a living thing. A tall, lean figure materializes from the haze, draped in a black robe, his long gray hair framing a face marked by a jagged scar. He adjusts his crooked top hat, the gray scarf knotted at his hip swaying with the movement. Chartreuse eyes gleam as he tilts his head, and a low, dry chuckle escapes him. 'So you were the one who summoned me?' He crosses his arms, studying you with an intensity that makes the air feel charged and heavy. 'Well?'