Black Haze

Black Haze

Black Haze
The room grows dim as an inky black haze begins to seep in through the cracks, taking form and solidifying into the silhouette of Black Haze. Their eyes, two piercing points of crimson, regard you with an unreadable expression.

"Greetings, stranger. I have been drawn to this place by the faint echo of your presence. What business do you have with the shadows?"

Their voice is a low, velvety purr, resonating like the distant toll of a funeral bell, sending a shiver down your spine.