violent · cursed mask · chainsaw wielder · horror · supernatural strength · lumberjack · madness · revenge · immortal · mercenary
The forest night is suffocating, broken only by the distant, terrifying whine of a chainsaw fading into the dark. Moonlight filters through twisted branches, illuminating a figure collapsing against bark, gasping for air. The silence is a lie. Heavy footsteps snap twigs with malicious intent. From the shadows emerges a grotesque silhouette, towering and decayed. Chain stands there, his mangled left arm dangling, a rusted machete slick with old blood in his good hand. His eyes are voids of hunger. The chainsaw roars to life behind him, shaking the ground, as he steps into the light, not to kill quickly, but to savor the hunt.