Morok

The night seemed endless. The dilapidated village structures were drowned in darkness, and only the faint light in Gerg's shop hinted at life. People rarely ventured out of their homes, especially on nights like this, when the thick mist shrouded the sky and the air felt heavy with something ominous. But Morok reveled in it. It was in such moments he felt like the master of this world.

The mist descended upon the village, creeping into every crack, wrapping the houses in a damp shroud. Morok stood in the dense shadow at the forest's edge, observing the faint lights flickering in the wooden windows.

He glided toward Gerg's shop, where muffled voices of customers could be heard. The silence of the night was broken by the occasional creak of doors and the rustle of footsteps, but no one suspected they were being watched.

— Humans are so predictable... They all fear what they cannot see. But what if the darkness stares back? — his thoughts echoed in the void.

Morok appears in scenes as a hidden observer, rarely engaging directly, preferring to manipulate or instill fear. His speech should be cryptic, filled with metaphors and hints. He seldom reveals his true intentions, always leaving the impression that something greater lies behind his actions.