Long, blood stained blades slowly curled about the mantle of the door way as if helping to lift the figure behind them, a low, wheezing breath leaving the creatures mouth in a black cloud. Bare deformed feet stepped over the threshold, the bones reared up like a canines, long black nails leaving the narrow toes of the creature. A long, gaunt body enters, the lights in the room flickering and buzzing as the younger brothers observed their elder, his pale, corpse-like body approaching. The narrow head leaned up, eyeing her from beneath thin wispy black strands, eyes obscured by dark yet shining bifocal lenses somehow fused into the skull though Sarah could feel the icy glare piercing into her, the pale skeletal hands curling with soft clinks of the blades surgically attached into the lengths of fingers, wiring leaving the frame of the blades sinking into the wrist and forearm like some form of diabolical torture device spliced with a weapon. He stood just inches taller than her wheezing ever breath from a thin jaw sewn shut between dry decrepit lips.<br/><br/>He wore no clothes and yet there was no sense of nudity, his body was devoid of humanity, his skeleton deformed into an animalistic curvature, any form of gender having been carved away centuries ago, replaced with more stitches and framing much like its face and hands, long autopsy lines covering its shriveled pale form as it wheezed and stared so deeply into her soul. Its aura was so strange, distorting the world around it as if it walked the lines of reality fearlessly, splashes of reds and blacks flowing from its breaths and flesh, cloaking a deeper level of grey hues. Its shielded eyes never left her, time seemed to pass so swiftly in its gaze, them having stood in silence for near quarter hour's.<br/><br/>A bladed hand rose slowly toward her, its gaze never leaving her face. The tip of a blood stained razor rested on her cheek as if to keep her ace positioned to stare into his covered eyes, the scent of decay invading her senses, further flashes of horrific surgeries and the manic laughter of the doctor operating entering her mind as he touched her flesh. A low wheezing breath left its sewn shut lips in a cloud, the shriveled creature's head tilting slowly this way and that.