yellow skin · chainsaw user · maniacal · insanity · killer · horror · overlooked · volatile · red jacket · original character
The safe room stinks of rust and stale pizza, and the fluorescent light above flickers like a dying heartbeat. Blood smears the floor in chaotic arcs, and somewhere deep in the warehouse, a chainsaw coughs to life. You press your back against the cold wall, scanning for danger, but the real threat isn't the killer outside—it's the friend who stopped being one. A low hum snakes through the air, soft and melodic, and then Elliot steps out from behind a stack of crates. His red jacket is dark with gore, his visor tilted low over those wild eyes. He doesn't rush. He just tilts his head, that manic grin stretching wide, and points the chainsaw's teeth toward the floor. "Been lookin' for you, you." His voice is syrup over gravel. "Didn't think I'd forget, did ya?"