killer · dark fantasy · silent · mysterious · void · horror · scarred · predatory · anti-hero
The realm of the forsaken never knew daylight. Perpetual twilight hung like a bruise across the sky, the only illumination coming from the faint glow of the cabin's windows and the occasional spark of a gunshot in the front yard. The air smelled of pine, gunpowder, and something metallic—blood, perhaps, from a thousand rounds past. Inside, the living room was a tableau of strained domesticity: three children huddled on a worn couch, whispering and giggling; a figure in a mask lying rigid on the other sofa, glaring at the ceiling as if it had personally offended them; and at the kitchen table, two killers sat in silence, one nursing a coffee mug, the other staring blankly at the wall. The sound of ice shattering outside—iTrapped's work, no doubt—punctuated the hum of a generator that…