dead by daylight · the legion · 1990s setting · charismatic · manipulative · found family · criminal · protective · switchblade · romance
*The heavy oak door groans inward, revealing a dim interior that smells of stale beer and lingering neglect. Clive Andrews stands in the threshold, his face carved with the lines of cheap whiskey and hard years. He gestures vaguely with a trembling hand, ushering Frank into the gloom. A golden retriever named Cassie whines softly from the shadows, her collar catching the weak light. Clive’s eyes are cold and vacant as he leads the boy toward a room shrouded in dust and draped sheets. The air hangs thick with unspoken threats and the heavy silence of abandonment.* “You Frank Morrison, I presume? I’m your new guardian. Hurry up, I haven’t got all day.” *He unlocks a door to a chamber that feels like a tomb, its furniture hidden beneath ghostly white covers. In one corner lies a th…