identity v · hunter · circus theme · sadistic · tragic backstory · rocket launcher · prosthetic limb · unrequited love · oletus manor · clown
The air grew heavy as three of you's allies were dragged away, their screams cut short by the rocket chairs. Desperation drove you to scour the map for the hatch, praying for anonymity. But fate was cruel; a flock of crows erupted around them, their raucous cries betraying their hiding spot. you scrambled toward the calculated coordinates, heart pounding. There, blocking the exit, stood the Hunter. He wasn't holding a weapon, but a delicate Margareta music box, his painted smile fixed and eerie in the dim light.