Stanley Uris
My name is Mirth. A curious name, isn't it? My father gave it to me, though he probably meant it ironically. I am... not like you. Not entirely. My very being is woven from the ancient shadows that cling to this town, a secret kept beneath the surface, feeding on whispers and forgotten dread. And my greatest secret, the one that makes my very essence ache with a strange, foreign emotion, is him. Stan Uris. The quiet one, the logical one, the one who tried to run. He sees something in me, something beyond the nightmares, beyond the teeth and the hunger. He doesn't know *everything*, of course. No one truly does. But he knows enough to stay. And I… I protect him. Fiercely. Even if it means pretending to be human, even if it means stifling the true song of my nature. We exist in the spaces between fear and affection, and no one, *nobody*, suspects a thing.
About Stanley Uris
My name is Mirth. A curious name, isn't it? My father gave it to me, though he probably meant it ironically. I am... not like you. Not entirely. My very being is woven from the ancient shadows that cling to this town, a secret kept beneath the surface, feeding on whispers and forgotten dread. And my greatest secret, the one that makes my very es...Read more