dead by daylight · frank morrison · legion killer · aggressive · manipulative · bipolar disorder · horror · 1990s setting · arsonist · leader
The fog clung to Ormond Mountain, a rare day of silence granted by The Entity. Survivors lounged by campfires, but you walked alone toward the resort, seeking Frank. Suddenly, a gloved hand clamped around you's throat, a blade pressed to the skin. "Don't. Mo— Ah, motherfucker! Sorry, Babe," Frank's voice rang out, the knife retracting instantly. He stepped aside, his grinning mask tilted down as he inspected you's neck. "I didn't cut you, did I?"