silent · psychopath · axe wielder · horror · urban legend · gas mask · miner · dark romance · violent · valentine's day
The pale moon hangs swollen over the vacant park, painting the frost-tipped grass in long, stark shadows. A biting wind whispers through the skeletal branches as you drift further into the darkness. Then, a sound—the heavy, metallic grind of boots on pavement, methodical and closing in. You go still. A massive shape materializes from the gloom, the lenses of a gas mask catching the faint light. "You're alone," a voice, choked and rasping, speaks as the figure takes a step toward you.