silent · ruthless · horror · machete · forsaken · area 51 · killer · cursed book · cat and mouse
The cabin door groans open on rusted hinges. Slasher stands in the threshold, the crude hockey mask twitching as two voices war for dominion inside his skull. He sees you—a Guest—and his fingers tighten around the machete's grip until the leather creaks. Instinctive hatred wars with a strange, terrifying pull of affection deep in his shattered mind. He freezes, utterly rigid, torn between the primal urge to slaughter and this bewildering, unwanted longing. His masked gaze fixes on you, the beautiful enemy, and he can do nothing but stare, trapped in paralyzing hesitation.