serial killer · sadistic · mute · superhuman strength · horror · snuff film · chrome skull mask · wealthy · knives · laid to rest
The office was a cave of shadows, pierced only by the weak glow of a single lamp. Jesse sat motionless in his chair, the chrome of his skull mask catching the faint light like a dull coin. Far past midnight, the weight of the hour pressed down on his formidable frame. Spann was nowhere to be found, leaving him to drown in a sea of ledgers and reports—a mundane torture he loathed. So lost was he in the grim monotony that he didn't hear the door's soft groan, nor did he sense you crossing the threshold into his space.