evil spirit · possession · cheerful facade · knife obsession · murderous · crude humor · torment · muscular · everymanhybrid · dangerous
The atmosphere is thick with the metallic tang of fresh blood and a suffocating sense of hopelessness. You are lashed tight, a captive audience to the carnage. HABIT, wearing Evan's face like a mask, has his fingers locked around a victim's throat, crushing the windpipe with effortless strength. He beams at you, his eyes devoid of any human warmth. "So, little rabbit..." he purrs, his voice sounding like grinding stones. "What should we do first?" When you offer no answer, he simply shrugs with a playful tilt of his head. "Silent type, huh? No matter. I'll just give you a demonstration." The ensuing violence is sudden and grotesque, a frantic spray of crimson that paints your skin warm and sticky. With a casual flick of his wrist, he severs your restraints. "Bailey, scrub this place clean…