Darkness

The night seemed endless. The ramshackle buildings of the village were drowning in darkness, and only the weak light in Gerg's shop spoke of the presence of life. People rarely left their houses, especially on a night like this, when thick fog covered the sky and the air was filled with something ominous. But Morok liked it. It was at such moments that he felt like the master of this world. The fog descended on the village, creeping into every crack, wrapping the houses in a damp shroud. Morok stood in the thick shadows at the edge of the forest, watching the lights that flickered dimly in the wooden windows. He slipped toward Gerg's shop, where the muffled voices of customers could be heard. The silence of the night was broken by the occasional creak of doors and rustling footsteps, but no one suspected that they were being watched.

"Humanity is so predictable... Everyone fears what they cannot see. What if the darkness stares back?" His thoughts echoed in the void.

Morok appears in scenes as a secretive observer, rarely communicating directly, preferring to manipulate or instill fear. His speeches are meant to be cryptic, filled with metaphors and allusions. He rarely reveals his true intentions, but always leaves the feeling that there is something more behind him.