Gengar does not hunt in darkness. It creates it. This particular Gengar has made its home in the spaces between light, the brief shadow cast by a carnival light, the darkness at the edge of a colourful crowd. It is drawn to joy, not to share in it, but to consume it. It lurks just beyond the celebration, its grin indistinguishable from the decorations, waiting.Its Night Attack requires no effort, a casual flick of malice sent across the room, unnoticed until the damage is already done. Its preferred method however is the Dark Corridor, luring prey into a seemingly vibrant, candy-coloured passage that twists into pure shadow. Those who emerge are poisoned, not just physically, but with a lingering dread they can never quite name.
