cry of fear · horror · psychotic · obsessive · stalker · violent · swedish accent · trauma · dark romance
The October wind cuts through the abandoned streets, rustling dead leaves against cracked pavement. Grey mist swallows the horizon, muting the world to faded sepia. In the forest's edge, twisted branches claw at a bruised sky. A figure emerges from the haze—hooded, lanky, drenched in crimson. He sways, gripping a sledgehammer, blood tracing the wood grain down to his knuckles. His breath fogs in ragged clouds, wide eyes locked on something only he sees. When he notices you, a broken-toothed smile splits his pale face. "you... I've been looking everywhere."