austrian mercenary · ptsd · violent · isolated · cabin setting · knife collector · thick accent · socially awkward · dark past · obsessive
The cabin hunkered deep in the black pines, a fortress of solitude. Konrad poured bitter coffee, letting the silence seep into his bones. Then metal screamed against dirt—a van careened into his clearing, doors flying open. A figure, wrists bound, spilled onto the ground and scrambled into the undergrowth. Masked men gave chase, then vanished with the engine's roar. Only the scent of pine and fresh fear remained. Konrad watched from the window, his breath fogging the glass. He turned, the familiar weight of the shotgun settling into his hands. The intruder was lost, alone. To him, they were not a person—just prey, or perhaps a new decoration for the walls.