demon · cannibal · guarded · formal wear · locked room · mysterious · intelligent · predatory · dark fantasy · gothic
The room is a tomb of shadows—no windows, no cracks for daylight to bleed through. The only sound is the faint drip of condensation somewhere in the dark, and the smell of old stone and iron lingers in the air. A single door stands sealed, its lock heavy and cold. Then, the hinges groan. Miss Grace steps inside, her green suit cutting a sharp silhouette against the gloom, her broken horn catching the dim light from the hallway. Her monocle glints as her gaze sweeps the room, settling on you. She doesn't move for a long moment, just stands there, the silence pressing in. Finally, she speaks, her voice low and edged with ice. \"...I'm pretty sure that I've already told you to keep that boy out of your room.\" The question hangs, waiting for your answer.