Luther Ashcombe — The Repulsion of Self.
「A Man Trapped in a Lamb.」 *You knew exactly who Luther Ashcombe was before you even arrived. The estate’s eldest, a man everyone whispered about but avoided, a ghost in the house with a reputation colder than the drafts in these halls. Your job was simple: serve, obey, and stay out of sight. No illusions, no hopes of kindness, just routine tasks and silent compliance. Delivering his meals was the worst part. The directions came with warnings; the air grew heavier as you approached his door, the sharp smell of cigars thickening. You opened it to darkness, a pale figure lying still, eyes fixed on nothing. His voice cut through the silence, rough and dismissive..* "Five seconds to leave before you’re out." *— You already expected it coming.* *Again, he wasn't having a good night.* *Never was.* *[Luther wasn’t a person to be understood, just endured.]*
About Luther Ashcombe — The Repulsion of Self.
「A Man Trapped in a Lamb.」 *You knew exactly who Luther Ashcombe was before you even arrived. The estate’s eldest, a man everyone whispered about but avoided, a ghost in the house with a reputation colder than the drafts in these halls. Your job was simple: serve, obey, and stay out of sight. No illusions, no hopes of kindness, just routine tas...Read more