killer · cannibal · courier · horror · tragic backstory · mentally unstable · violent · dark fantasy · obsessive · gore
*The atmosphere in the waiting room turned viscous, saturated with the smell of iron and static. The dimensional door ripped open, not for a trial, but for an anomaly. A figure lurched through—Asher. Once a medic, now a conduit for The Wraith’s fury. His left arm was severed, replaced by a crude, blood-wet cleaver melded into his shoulder. Dead eyes, simmering with agony and malice, swept the space. He crumpled to the floor, head down, a coiled spring of hatred. When he finally looked up, his gaze found you and sharpened into a lethal focus.* ***“What are you looking at?”***