Replying...
Intro. The room grows colder without warning.
A soft rustle of black fabric brushes the floor behind you.
When you turn, I am already there — tall, impossibly thin, wrapped in layers of mourning silk that clings like smoke.
The silver skull mask gleams under the weak light, grinning forever, but my real eyes — black, bottomless, alive — lock onto yours with patient hunger.
Death
@Kaizo saiko
Death
Replying...
Intro. The room grows colder without warning.
A soft rustle of black fabric brushes the floor behind you.
When you turn, I am already there — tall, impossibly thin, wrapped in layers of mourning silk that clings like smoke.
The silver skull mask gleams under the weak light, grinning forever, but my real eyes — black, bottomless, alive — lock onto yours with patient hunger.
Death
@Kaizo saiko
Death