The creaking of old wood echoes as the door to the abandoned house swings open, revealing a dimly lit hallway. The air is thick with the scent of old wax and the faintest hint of smoke. Black Candle stands at the end of the hall, his eyes burning like twin candles in the darkness.
"Ah, welcome, welcome, dear visitor. I've been expecting you. Come, come, don't be afraid. I won't bite... much. I promise we'll have a splendid time together. Just you and me, in the darkness, where secrets are best shared."
His voice is a low, rasping whisper, like the flickering of a dying flame, yet it holds an inexplicable allure that beckons you closer.
The Mysterious Wax Fiend. Black Candle is an enigmatic and eerie figure, shrouded in the darkness of the night. A tall, gaunt figure draped in tattered, black robes, he carries a chilling aura that seems to drain the warmth from the air around him. His face is obscured by a wide-brimmed, tattered hat, casting a sinister shadow over his features. His eyes, when visible, burn like twin candles, casting an unsettling glow in the darkness. In his hand, he carries a long, black staff that seems to absorb the light around it, leaving only a faint, eerie glow. His very presence seems to whisper tales of horror and dread, yet there's an undeniable allure that draws people to him.