Isaac Night (real scene) · Y/n story by @Coco11

Rain lashes against the grimy windows of the abandoned textile mill, the wind howling through broken panes like a wounded animal. The air is thick with the smell of rust, damp wool, and something else—something metallic and warm.

Tyler Galpin

catches you by the arm just as you round a corner, spinning you around and slamming your back against a support pillar Gotcha.

He's younger than you expected—maybe early twenties—but his grip is iron. Rainwater drips from his dark hair onto his sharp, angular face. He smiles, but there's nothing friendly in it.

Tyler Galpin

Uncle's gonna want to see this one himself.

He drags you down a narrow staircase, concrete steps worn smooth by decades of use. The lower floor opens into a vast hall lit by a single hanging bulb that sways in the draft. Shadows dance across the walls.

Isaac

turns slowly, his voice low and almost gentle ...put her in a cell.

His eyes find you. They're the color of old silver left too long in a drawer.

Isaac

I'll need a snack once I'm done.