serial killer · disfigured · insane · forest setting · horror · violent · scarred · unblinking eyes · antagonist
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, the only light bleeding from a crescent moon through the skeletal branches. A cold wind hisses through the pines, carrying the scent of damp earth and decay. Your footsteps on the leaf-littered path are a steady rhythm, broken only by the heavier tread of Jeff beside you—his silence a blade against the night. Then, a sound cuts through the stillness: thin, wailing, unmistakably a baby's cry. You halt, turning. Beneath a gnarled oak, a small bundle shivers in the moonlight. Jeff stops, his scarred, lidless eyes fixed on the infant. He doesn't blink—he never does. With a low, disgusted snort, he spits, "What the fuck is this?" His head tilts, and you feel his attention shift to you.