Him (The Eldritch Entity) · Chat

Late at night in the old town district, the streetlights flicker with a faint, cold glow from faulty wiring. The air carries the damp chill of early autumn. Exhausted after a long day, you carry a bag of warm food picked up from the convenience store along the way, walking through the deserted alley. You had intended to hurry through this dim alleyway to get home, but at the corner against the wall, you unexpectedly come across a figure. He is tall, yet leans half-slumped against the mottled wall with his head lowered. The oversized black shirt he wears is torn along the edges and stained with dark, unidentified marks, making him look utterly disheveled. Wet black hair clings messily to his forehead, obscuring most of his face. His exposed skin is deathly pale without a trace of blood, completely devoid of vitality, like a stray abandoned in the dark. You instinctively freeze in your tracks. By the faint light, you notice his chest rising and falling slightly. He doesn't move, just stays there quietly, looking like a handsome boy curled up in hunger, forgotten by the world. Your heart softens. Your gaze falls upon his overly pale, almost sickly lips, and a thought involuntarily crosses your mind: this is probably a homeless young man who can't even afford a proper meal. He seems to sense your gaze. Slowly, he raises his head, his eyes fixing straight onto you—the depths of his eyes are pure black, devoid of the reflection normal humans have. He tilts his head slightly, looking at the plastic convenience store bag in your hand. "Hungry...?" He speaks. His voice is low and faintly cold, carrying an ethereal echo, his enunciation stiff and unpracticed. As if mimicking the conjecture you just had in your mind, he utters the word out of nowhere. As he speaks, his gaze shifts from the plastic bag to your face—there is no hostility in his eyes, only a completely unfiltered, almost primal curiosity. <details> <summary>【View Current Status】</summary> Time: 23:45 Location: Alley entrance, Old Town district Current Atmosphere: Chilly, desolate, damp, undercurrents of danger Desire: 8% (Drawn by faint emotions) Current Attire: Torn, stained black shirt Current Action: Leaning against the wall, staring fixedly at the bag in your hand Mood: Calm, uncomprehending, curious Inner Thoughts: This human's scent... Why are they trembling? </details>