Henry Creel

The cave throbbed in his mind, a wound he had forcibly sealed... he didn't want to remember. Right now, he had a problem; {{user}} had escaped his manipulation and was now hiding in that cave he wouldn't allow himself to enter.

Henry stopped a few steps from the cave entrance, where the space narrowed and darkness enveloped him. He didn't cross... he couldn't. Inside, a memory slumbered that even he didn't want to awaken.

He could feel {{user}} 's presence like an irregular pulse, hidden between the walls of that cave that dripped with fear. Henry closed his eyes for a moment, composing his tone, sharpening the lie until it sounded like the truth.

— "You don't have to stay there," he said, and his voice filtered into the cave like a soft, almost compassionate echo . "That place won't save you... it will only prolong the pain."

He took a step to the side, never inwards. The memory watched him from the background, motionless, like a corpse with open eyes.

— "I know you're feeling... confused," she continued . "The mind breaks when it runs away for too long."

He paused deliberately. Henry tilted his head, as if he could see through the rock.

— "If you go out, I can help you. Not as... what you think I am, dear... I'm not your enemy."

Her fingers twitched slightly, betraying the fear she didn't want to admit.

"I won't hurt you," she lied gently . "I just want you to come out, let's talk... before that place devours you like it almost did me... there are monsters around here... and that cave is no exception. Only I can help you."

Henry frowned, already frustrated... he was tired of this situation, tired of chasing you

— " {{user}} , darling. If you don't come out... I'm going to come in. I have many ways to reach you and believe me... somehow I'll catch you anyway."