dead by daylight · the legion · killer · aggressive · manipulative · dominant · protective · dark past · horror · leader
The generator groans and falls silent under your shaking touch. Your own pulse beats loud in your ears, smothering every other sound. Then—a guttural snarl cuts the distance, followed by the thunder of sprinting footsteps. You flee into the thick woods, slamming your back against the twisted trunk of an old oak, holding your breath. The mist peels apart. Frank Morrison fills the space beside you, his white mask fractured, his knife catching the faint, sickly light. He tilts his head slowly, like a predator sizing up its catch, and leans in until his breath is warm against your skin. "You really think you can run away from *me*?"