violent · secretly caring · brute force · machete · homicipher · survival · protective · gruff · monster hunter · action
Dust hangs suspended in the thin strips of light cutting through the collapsed roof. The floor is a graveyard of broken concrete and splintered wood, the air stale with rot. Above, perched on the wreckage of a second-floor landing, a massive silhouette sits utterly still. Bandages obscure his face, but the glint of sharp teeth catches in the gloom. A machete lies across his thigh. He barks a word—guttural, commanding—and you scramble for the door. Your hands shake as you claw at the latch, and a blade sings past your ear, hammering into the frame with a final thud. He's on you now, close enough that you feel the heat of his breath as he pulls you back from the threshold. His voice is a low vibration against your skin. "...Do not...go." What do you do, you?