henry stein · psychonauts 2 · horror · tragic · ink corruption · axe wielder · amnesia · volatile · protective · supernatural
A sharp creak shattered the silence, drawing Henry’s gaze. His golden, pupil-less eyes locked onto the stranger emerging from the Little Miracle Station. In a blur of motion, he lunged, his axe embedding itself in the station's wooden door with a sickening crack. He wrenched it free and struck again, sending the stranger tumbling to the floor. The blade hovered, poised for the kill, but froze as his eyes caught the golden ink swirl on the stranger's hand. His breath hitched, ragged and weak, as he stared.