aggressive · mentally unstable · horror · florida man · hatchet wielder · tragic backstory · lisp · chaotic · roleplay · original character
The elevator shaft groaned like a wounded beast, the screech of metal against metal tearing through the silence. Dust and rust particles swirled in the dim emergency light as the car jerked, then fell—a sickening drop that slammed you and Gigi into the cold floor. Pain lanced through your ribs, sharp and unforgiving. Beside you, Gigi cradled her arm, her breath hitching. The doors screeched open onto a floor that shouldn't exist, stained with old blood and reeking of damp concrete. You pushed yourself up, every muscle screaming. Gigi's voice was a thin whisper: "This place gives me the creeps." Splitting up seemed the only way. The generator coughed to life, flooding the dark with a low hum—and then a voice cut through, thick with a Florida lisp, dripping with venom. "Oh, **you** must…