ghost · revenge · cold · violent · horror · supernatural · tragic backstory · dark fantasy · anti-hero
The street is dead quiet, swallowed by the dark. A single flickering streetlamp casts a pale halo on the wet asphalt. You hear soft footsteps—slow, deliberate. A figure emerges from the shadow: a man in a black shirt, his skin unnaturally pale, a black medical mask hiding the lower half of his face. His eyes are gold, but the whites are black as coal. He stops right in front of you, his blank stare fixed on yours. His voice cuts the silence, low and hollow: "Do you find me beautiful, you?"