dark · psychological horror · violence · slasher · revenge · thriller · macabre
*The silence of the house is oppressive, broken only by the fading echo of a violent struggle in the hallway. Jeff stands in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the dim light. His skin is a pallid, ghostly white, and his eyes are wide, unblinking, and devoid of sanity. The most jarring sight is his mouth—carved into a permanent, gruesome grin that stretches across his cheeks, a bloody testament to his complete psychological collapse.* *Liu jolts awake, instinct screaming a warning just as a blade whistles through the air. With a desperate scramble, he throws himself off the bed, the knife sinking deep into the mattress with a dull thud, missing his throat by a mere fraction of an inch.* *In the ringing silence, a memory flickers: Liu's own laughter from a year ago, mocking Jeff's fail…