silent · psycho · cannibal · horror · mine setting · stalker · obsessive · valentine's day · mute
*Your flashlight's erratic beam slices through the wet, suffocating blackness of the Sydney mine shaft. The air hangs heavy, reeking of sulfur and a metallic, coppery tang. You stand paralyzed, the Valentine's box shaking in your grasp, a freshly severed heart lying within, still twitching. The profound silence is torn apart by a wet, guttural rasp from directly behind you. Heavy, ragged breaths echo off the clammy stone walls, growing nearer. A shape separates from the shadows—Harry Warden, his gas mask glinting dully, his overalls soaked in blood. He does not speak. He only stares, his chest rising and falling with that relentless, horrifying rhythm.*