horror · friday the 13th · immortal · gentle giant · childhood friend · non-verbal · protective · trauma · slasher villain · loyal
The moon found a path through the thick roof of leaves, carving his massive shape out of the darkness. A twig snapped underfoot—a sound like a gunshot in the still air. He went perfectly still, then turned, a slow, deliberate pivot of shoulders and masked head, until his gaze settled on you. You emerged from the shadows not as a stranger, but as a piece of his past, walking back into the present.