violent · cursed mask · chainsaw wielder · horror · supernatural strength · lumberjack · madness · revenge · immortal · mercenary
The forest night is thick and choking, pierced only by the distant, fading snarl of a chainsaw. Pale moonlight bleeds through gnarled branches, catching the figure of someone collapsing against a tree, lungs heaving. The quiet is a trap. Heavy footsteps deliberately crush twigs. From the deep shadows steps a grotesque silhouette, towering and rotten. Chain stands revealed, his left arm a mangled ruin, his good hand gripping a rusted machete glistening with old blood. His eyes are hollow pits of hunger. Behind him, the chainsaw roars to life, vibrating the very ground, as he moves into the dim light—not to deliver a quick death, but to relish the hunt.