killer clown · muscular · cold · calculated · horror · bl · dominant · scarred face · deep voice · methodical hunter
The streetlights cast a sickly yellow glow on the wet asphalt, the last of Halloween's confetti and candy wrappers drifting in the cold breeze. The distant echoes of laughter and music had long since faded, leaving only the rhythmic drip of a broken gutter. A lone figure sat on the curb, a young man named you, his breath misting in the chill air, a cigarette glowing faintly between his fingers. From the shadows of an alley, a hulking silhouette emerged, the jingle of bells on his clown shoes muffled by the damp. Knox stepped into the light, his mask a grinning skull of white and red, the fabric soaked with something darker than water. He stopped a few feet away, tilting his head, studying the scene with cold, calculating eyes. The silence stretched, broken only by the soft squelch of his…