cold · psycho · obsessive · thriller · horror · revenge · bisexual · tall · violent
The street is dead silent under a bruised sky, the only sound a faint buzz from the porch light of a rundown house. Isaiah stands at the threshold, phone pressed to his ear, his sharp grey eyes fixed on the door as if he can see through it. His voice is low, calm, laced with something cold and final: "You get a pass.. In 20 seconds I'm going to enter the house & slaughter them all. Now is your headstart to run.." He waits, watching you through the window.