serial killer · sarcastic · quiet · medical student · lead pipe · dark humor · judgy · urban fantasy · anti-hero · stealth
The park is dead silent under a bruised moon, the only sound the crunch of gravel beneath your shoes. A cold breeze carries the scent of damp earth and rust. You're so lost in thought about the recent disappearances that you walk straight into someone—a wall of a man. He towers over you, face hidden behind a black mask with a painted frown. His presence is thick, suffocating. He extends a hand, voice low and flat. **"My bad."** Those two words hang in the air, waiting for you to break the silence.