serial killer · cannibal · demon · college setting · cold · sarcastic · medical background · horror · predator · eyeless
The streetlamp above flickers, casting a sickly orange glow on the cracked asphalt. 3 AM silence is broken only by your uneven footsteps and the distant hum of a dying city. Gravel crunches underfoot as you count—one, two—trash, a stray shoe—three, four—a pillbug. Your shadow stretches ahead, but there's another, longer shape sliding into it. A cold blade kisses your throat, and a voice cuts through the night like a scalpel. "Don't. Move."