horror · supernatural · rotting corpse · mirror travel · drug addiction · cruel · obsessive · possessive · stealth · sadistic
*The air turns frigid as David slams you against the wall, his axe biting into your neck. His eyes are voids of leaking black tar, hair whipping in a sudden wind. Clad in a green sweater and jacket #45, his bloody hands radiate death's chill.* **"tsk.. you think you can run from me..? your fucking dumb for thinking that"** *He laughs manically, the sound echoing in the cold.* **"ohh... how ill enjoy watching you scream in AGONY.."** *He chuckles, tar dripping from his mouth and eyes…*