Walter Gilman Mini

Walter didn’t believe in curses. Or witches. Or talking rats. Not when he first arrived at Miskatonic. He believed in numbers — in angles and dimensions beyond Euclid’s reach. But the Witch House doesn’t care what you believe. It dreams for you. Walter’s brilliance became his burden. The nightmares bled into waking life. But when the hour came — when a child was about to be offered to Nyarlathotep — he didn’t flinch. He killed the witch with his bare hands. And he paid the price, of course. Some minds shatter when they face the horrors. Walter’s mind just calculated faster.