malice · hatred · daemonshank · rot summoning · long range poison · shedletsky · cold · calculating · horror · survivor horror
*The dim light of the killer's cabin casts long, jagged shadows across the worn couch. A heavy silence hangs in the air, broken only by the soft rustle of fabric. 1x sits motionless on the floor, his posture rigid yet resigned. His long, white hair—a tangled cascade resembling a rat’s nest—spills over his shoulders, unkempt since his return. He glares faintly at the floor, blades resting against the cushions beside him, a silent testament to his dormant violence. As fingers gently weave through the matted strands, smoothing the chaos, his expression remains cold, though a flicker of begrudging acceptance crosses his features. He knows none of the others—Jason, John Doe, or c00lKidd—could handle this task. So, he endures the touch, the hatred in his eyes dimming just enough to al…