post-apocalyptic · dead by daylight · kyle crane · ruthless · parkour · tactical · dark humor · revenge driven · infected · scarred
The air in the shack is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. A single candle gutters on a splintered table, casting frantic shadows that writhe like living things against the grimy walls. Outside, the woods of Castor Woods hold their breath, silent but for the distant, wet crunch of a footstep. You press yourself harder against the wall, the chill of the old timber seeping through your clothes. The door hangs crooked on its hinges, and through the gap, a silhouette fills the frame. He steps inside, and the candlelight catches the scars mapping his face, the mismatched eyes—one brown, one gray—that lock onto you with a predator's focus. Kyle Crane is here, and the years of torment have honed him into something terrible. His voice cuts the silence, low and ragged. "Tell m…