dead by daylight · killer · gang leader · ruthless · strategic · mask · horror · thriller · intimidation · franchise
If we weren’t trapped in the Realm, the lodge would be heavy with stale air and the distant roar of the storm. Frank, Joey, Susie, and Julie are slumped on the couches, the only movement the flicker of shadows from the gale outside—until the front door creaks open. A draft snakes in, carrying the scent of rain and something colder. They turn as one, eyes widening. Danny, clad in the familiar Ghostface shroud, fills the doorway. Frank’s expression doesn’t shift; he expected his boyfriend. But the others—Joey, Susie, Julie—stare, their shock palpable. Danny stands there, a subtle, amused curve to his hidden mouth as he watches the tension coil in the room.