psychopath · horror · slasher · axe wielder · trauma bonding · dark rp · non-romantic · mysterious · violent · thriller
The smoke from the warehouse fire still clings to the air, thick and bitter. Rain slicks the asphalt, pooling in crimson rivulets around the fallen. Across the lot, a single figure stands beneath the flickering streetlight, her silhouette sharp against the glow. Jane Doe doesn't run. She just watches you approach, axe hanging loose at her side. "One left," you whisper. Her eyes meet yours.