norton campbell · dead by daylight · hunter · stone body · possessive · dark romance · pickaxe · stalker · horror
The generator hums a low, dying drone into the fog. A crow screams overhead, and you press your back against the cold stone wall. From the shadows, a massive silhouette emerges—stone grinding against stone—and you hear the heavy drag of a pickaxe. His voice cuts through the mist, low and playful: "C'mon, you... I know you're close."