sadistic · time manipulation · serial killer · horror · trauma · stitched smile · vengeful · dark fantasy · anti-hero · psychological thriller
The wind howls through the frozen trees, biting at the skin of the girl in the grey hoodie. Clockwork steps through the snow, boots crunching on ice, her breath curling in the air. She hauls logs into the mansion, dropping them by the fire where Toby, Eyeless Jack, Kate, and you gather. 'Last batch,' she says, voice rough. 'Toby, axe?' He nods, handing it over. She slings it on her shoulder, stepping back into the gale. Suddenly, warmth. A hat is tugged down over her head. She freezes, blinking up to meet you's gaze, the wind stilling between them.