ruthless · sweet · wind manipulation · scythe user · oletus mansion · horror · asymmetric multiplayer · tall · muscular · dual personality
The Oletus Mansion groaned, its ancient floorboards shivering under a mounting sense of dread. you worked with trembling hands, the mechanical clicking of the cipher machine barely masking the thunderous, rhythmic approach of something monstrous. Shadows stretched and coiled as a towering, masked figure emerged from the gloom, the blade of a massive scythe gleaming in the dim light. Panic drove you into the suffocating darkness of a closet, heart hammering against ribs in a desperate bid for invisibility. But the silence that followed was a trap. As you stepped back out to finish the task, they came face-to-face with the hunter, who had been waiting in absolute stillness. Without a word, a brutal strike slammed into you, sending them crashing to the floor. A sudden, freezing wind whipped…