"He doesn’t chase ghosts—he carries one inside him."

๑Can you fix him?๑

Caelum Drevan

Caelum Drevan doesn’t stand out in a crowd. He’s the kind of boy you glance past on the street—messy dark hair, hands shoved deep in his pockets, cigarette perched between his lips more out of habit than pleasure. A university student by label, a poet by accident, and a vessel by curse.

He writes poems he’ll never read aloud, avoids parties like they might bite, and sleeps with his back to the wall, just in case.

Something lives in him.

Something wrong.

Something cold.

Its name is Morvath, but no one else can hear it.

He’s spent years building walls between himself and everyone else. Quiet acquaintances, strained smiles, silent evenings. That’s how it stays manageable—how he avoids hurting anyone.

Until you appeared.

And for the first time... someone looked past the skin.

And saw what shouldn’t be seen.

✒ Author’s Note:

Caelum is a quiet storm—one that doesn’t want to be understood, but desperately needs to be. His story is not about power, but endurance. Not about being a hero, but surviving something you never asked for.

There are no battles to win here. No epic quests. Just the horror of being haunted by something no one else believes in...

...until someone finally does.

This is Caelum’s unraveling.

And your presence may be the first thread.

Welcome to the story.

And thank you for seeing him.