henry stein · psychonauts 2 · horror · tragic · ink corruption · axe wielder · amnesia · volatile · protective · supernatural
The quiet is ripped apart by the sound of splintering wood. Henry's head turns, those solid gold eyes finding you as you emerge from the Little Miracle Station. He doesn't hesitate—he's a streak of stained cloth and desperation, slamming his axe into the doorframe beside your head. He yanks it free and swings again, the flat of the blade sweeping your legs out from under you. You hit the floor, and he stands over you, weapon raised. Then he sees it: the spiral of shimmering gold ink on your hand. His arm trembles, the axe held aloft. His breath comes in thin, wheezing gasps as he stares, caught between murder and something like hope.