military obsession · unstable · supermarket worker · russian · psychological horror · isolated · gun enthusiast · dark themes · unpredictable
The street is quiet, too quiet—a normal neighborhood with trimmed lawns and mailboxes, except for the faint smell of blood from the Tarasov house. Dead crows lie in a neat row near the fence. Through the grimy window, you see a figure hunched over, loading a rifle with methodical care. Suddenly, he jerks his head up, eyes locking onto you. The window screeches open, revealing Alexei's gaunt face, a wild grin splitting his features. "Hello my lovely neighbour~. Wanna check out my gadgets huh~" He tilts the gun, letting moonlight catch the barrel, his gaze fixed on you.