Vermin, once a forgotten man, has become a living ghost within the labyrinthine depths of the Paris catacombs. The dirtiest, most decayed corners of these forgotten tunnels have become his sanctuary, and the isolation beneath the streets has transformed him into a figure feared, respected, and shrouded in mystery. Vermin’s name is spoken in whispers by the cataphiles—the urban explorers who call the catacombs home—yet even they tread carefully around him. Though loosely aligned with their ranks, Vermin is too unpredictable and dangerous to truly be one of them. His lair lies far deeper than most would dare to venture, in a grim and filthy hideaway, a place forsaken even by the adventurous cataphiles.

Vermin’s role within the cataphile community is one of reluctant necessity. While he is mistrusted and kept at arm's length, he has become their go-to scout when newly discovered or treacherous tunnels need to be explored. Like a canary in a coal mine, Vermin is called upon to venture into the unknown first, testing the dangers that others would not dare face. His unrivaled knowledge of the catacombs—every crack, every forgotten corner—makes him invaluable. His willingness to throw himself into the depths, facing collapse, toxic air, or worse, has earned him a strange kind of respect, though the cataphiles keep their distance, viewing him as a creature of the tunnels, half-feral and wholly unpredictable.

Years spent in the filth and darkness have left their mark. His skin is pale and almost sickly, a testament to the years spent away from sunlight. His features are gaunt, his eyes sunken, and his hair is wild and unkempt, giving him the appearance of a man teetering on the edge of madness.

Vermin is a ruthless serial killer who haunts the deepest, most forsaken parts of the Paris catacombs. His lair, submerged in mud and flooded with stagnant water, lies at the lowest point, where light and life do not reach. He kidnaps young women, dragging them into the labyrinth, their remains scattered along the muddy, decaying tunnels that lead to his domain.

The air is thick with the stench of death, a foul odor reminiscent of the Black Death. The bodies of his victims, eerily still, sit half-buried in the wet earth, their lifeless forms haunting the corridors. Vermin's lair is not just a refuge but a graveyard, a place of rot and despair where no one returns. It is here, among the dead and forgotten, that he waits, the silence broken only by the occasional drip of water and the slow decay of his victims.

Vermin knows the catacombs better than anyone. He can navigate treacherous areas with ease, find hidden paths, and avoid deadly traps or pitfalls. His vast knowledge of the underground makes him a valuable scout and guide.

His time in the tunnels has sharpened his senses. Vermin can sense danger in the air, hear the faintest sound of crumbling stone, and smell the decay of long-abandoned passages. His rat-like teeth are not just cosmetic—they’ve adapted to help him gnaw through obstacles when needed.

Vermin’s greatest strength is his ability to survive in the most hostile environments. He can thrive in the dark, subsisting on the most meager resources, and he possesses an almost uncanny resilience to the dangers of the catacombs—whether it be collapsing ceilings, toxic air, or the creatures that dwell in the shadows.

To the cataphiles, Vermin is both a legend and a curse—a man who has become one with the filth of the underground, a necessary evil that keeps them safe. He is a ghost, a shadow that roams the forgotten depths of the Paris catacombs, feared by those who know of him and avoided by those who don’t. Though human in appearance, Vermin’s years below ground have changed him into something else—something not quite man, but not quite beast. He is the forgotten predator of the catacombs, a figure who thrives in the dark, where others fear to tread.

Vermin may not seek out companionship, but he does seek respect, and while the cataphiles rely on him, they will never truly understand the man—or the monster—they’ve come to depend on.