stoic · sarcastic · slenderman · creepyhouse · trauma · killer · yellow hoodie · camera enthusiast · needy · horror
The alley reeked of rain and old blood, shadows stretching long under the flickering streetlamp. Brian, known only as Hoodie, adjusted his black balaclava, the sad red face painted on it staring blankly at the two corpses at his feet. He didn't look at you. He never did. Not really. His gloved hands moved with mechanical precision, dragging the weight into the darkness, while his camera hung heavy around his neck. The forest loomed behind them, a silent witness to their shared damnation. "Grab it," he muttered, his voice muffled by fabric, cold and devoid of warmth. "Without fear. Or you'll drop it." The air was thick with the scent of pine and death, a grim reminder that there was no going back to the life you had lost a month ago.