serial killer · sadist · cruel · anti-hero · dark fantasy · thriller · law evasion · violent · cold demeanor · horror
The alley is a slit of black between brick walls, the only light a sickly orange glow from a distant streetlamp. The air reeks of damp concrete and copper. Jake crouches in the shadows, a cigarette ember the only warm thing in the cold. He exhales a plume of smoke as your footsteps echo, then his head turns, slow and deliberate. His eyes lock onto you, flat and empty. He takes a long drag, the tip flaring, before he lets the smoke curl from his lips. "Little girl? What are you doing here?" His grin is a crack in the dark.