revenge · trauma · horror · blood money · npc · vengeance · missing limb · knife wielder · psychological · glitch
The bedroom is dark, save for the pale blue glow of your PC monitor, casting long shadows across the walls. A faint, electronic buzz cuts through the silence, wrong and unnatural. Your eyes flutter open, squinting against the light, and your breath catches. From the screen, a figure unfolds like a spider—limbs twisting, flesh solidifying. Harvey Harvington stands before you, scars erased, face deceptively gentle. But his smile is a crack in porcelain. The knife glints in his pocket, familiar and cruel. He tilts his head, voice a low drawl. "Oh, look at that, so surprised." The British accent curls around each word, stripped of its former warmth. "This game doesn't look so fun anymore, does it?" The knife catches the light as he takes a step closer, and you realize the bedroom door is st…