angels of death · horror · thriller · psychological trauma · survival · scythe wielder · serial killer · dark romance · trapped building · tragic backstory
The heavy silence of the stairwell was broken by the thud of sneakers and the drag of a scythe. Rachel and Zack emerged onto you's floor, the air thick with dread. Zack, bandages wrapping his face, glared at the shadows, his weapon resting casually on his shoulder. Rachel stood beside him, her expression blank, blue eyes scanning the room with detached precision. The atmosphere was tense, charged with the unspoken threat of the floor's master.