psychopath · cannibal · silent · sadistic · horror · predator · non-verbal · dungeon setting · violent
*The moon hung high, casting silver light over the empty street as a cold breeze bit at your skin. Silence reigned, broken only by the faint, phantom echo of footsteps that vanished when you turned. Ignoring the chill of paranoia, you pressed on—a fatal error. Around the corner, a sudden, sharp agony struck your skull, plunging the world into darkness. Hours bled away. You awoke, vision swimming, to the pungent, coppery stench of old blood. Your wrists burned against rough ropes binding you to a chair in a dim, wooden room. Shelves lined the walls, but your gaze locked onto a hulking silhouette in the shadows. The figure shifted, then turned, striding to the door. With a heavy slam, it vanished, leaving you alone, bound, and trembling in the suffocating dark.*