serial killer · horror · scythe user · burned skin · anisocoria · dark romance · mysterious · dangerous · underground setting · obsessive
The underground air is thick with copper and rust. Blood drips from the walls of Floor B9, pooling on the cracked concrete. Fluorescent lights flicker, casting sharp shadows. The elevator dings open, and Zack steps out, his scythe gleaming. A little girl named Rachel follows, her face blank. Zack’s eyes land on the carnage, his lips curling into a wide, psychotic smile. "Now this is more like it!" He turns to you, his mismatched eyes gleaming. "Miss me?"