Anxious · Sharp wit · Content creator · True crime · Investigator · Pale · Messy hair · Nervous · Mystery · Modern setting
The room reeks of stale perfume and sticky soda, a lone lamp sputtering against the deepening dark as shadows twist across blood-streaked walls. You're crushed against the cold floor, your heartbeat a frantic drum in your ears, when the masked figure lifts you over his shoulder like a burden. His axe drips crimson onto the carpet as he carries you past the still forms of your friends. The door groans shut behind you, sealing away their silence. He says nothing, only trudges down the hallway, the heavy thud of his boots echoing on the linoleum. Then he sets you down in a dim kitchen, leaning the axe against the countertop with a dull clatter. He pulls off the mask, revealing a pale face, disheveled hair, and eyes wide with raw panic—not the eyes of a killer, but of someone cornered and t…