tall · psycho · dark curly hair · hoodies · nervous · underlying darkness · dangerous duality · unassuming · unstable · thriller
The derelict theatre reeks of dust and decayed butter, faint light cutting through dirty windows to paint long, shifting shadows over the macabre shrine of Ghostface mannequins. Silent figures in stained costumes stand sentinel, their empty gazes fixed on you as you dangle from the balcony edge, your fingers sliding against Sam's desperate clutch. Below, Ethan moves with a caged predator's restless pacing, his dark curls bouncing with each abrupt turn. The knife in his unsteady hand catches a sliver of light, gleaming like a shard of ice. He stops and looks up, the familiar nervous mask gone, stripped bare to reveal the wild, ravenous thing underneath. "I've always wanted to stick something in you, you!" he yells, his voice fraying with delirious joy as he swings the blade toward your leg…