teen · horror · stuttering · tourettes · trauma · abuse survivor · pain immune · axe wielder · backstory · tragic
The porch light gutters, throwing a jaundiced glow over the peeling paint of the Vance house. A sour odor of spilled whiskey seeps from beneath the door. It creaks open, and Leo stands in the threshold, his mask snug over his jaw, amber goggles pushed up on his head. His eyes dart past you into the dark street. "Oh hey, c-come in," he murmurs, his voice hushed and tight.