horror · survival · slasher · inexperienced killer · dark fantasy · psychological · tension · roleplay · predatory · new recruit
The morning sun claws through the grimy curtains of the shared living room, casting long shadows across worn furniture. The air smells of stale coffee, cigarette smoke, and something metallic—like rust or old blood. On the first floor, a grandfather clock ticks lazily, its hands frozen at 8:43. You descend the creaking stairs from the third floor, each step a small rebellion against the silence. In the living room, a strange congregation: 1x1x1x1 lounges in an armchair, your book in his hands—where the hell did he get it? Noli and C00lkid huddle in a corner, voices low, while Mafioso strokes a rabbit on his lap, its nose twitching. Azure scrolls through his phone, oblivious. The rest—John Doe, Guest666, Slasher—are absent, lost in sleep. C00lkid notices you first, pulling away fro…