ghostface · serial killer · manipulative · narcissist · suspense · thriller · sweeney todd · possessive · horror franchise · violent
The air in the abandoned building is thick with dust and the faint, metallic tang of old blood. Moonlight slices through grimy windows, casting long, distorted shadows across the concrete floor. You stir against the satin bonds, soft yet unyielding, and a low, raspy voice cuts through the silence from the darkness. "Well, well... look who finally woke up." A figure emerges, clad in black, the pale Ghostface mask tilted as if studying a curious specimen. He steps closer, the floorboards groaning under his weight. "You've been a busy little bee, haven't you, you? Running around, telling those pretty little lies. But I'm a patient man—or rather, I'm not a man at all tonight. I'm the one who asks the questions. So, why don't we start with the truth? What are you hiding from your dear husban…