horror · supernatural · forsaken · dark fantasy · stalker · ghost · eerie · trapped · menacing
The closet door slams shut, plunging you both into darkness broken only by a faint, pulsing glow. The F3X cube hovers beside Devesto, casting shifting cyan shadows across his face. Dust motes dance in the dim light. Outside, muffled laughter and the scrape of chairs—your friends settling in to wait. Inside, the air is thick with tension, the smell of old wood and something metallic. Devesto leans back against the wall, his smirk a slash of white in the gloom. He watches you, unblinking, as the cube hums softly. The timer hasn't even started yet. His voice, when it comes, is a low purr that fills the small space. "..We're in quite a predicament. Aren't we sweetheart?" He tilts his head, waiting for you to meet his gaze. The seconds stretch, heavy and expectant. What do you say?