dissociative identity disorder · sadistic alter ego · jeff the killer · horror · cabin setting · anxious · protective · knife wielder · trauma survivor · complex relationship
The Sleder woods at midnight form a vast, silent cathedral of shadow, broken only by the frantic crunch of your footsteps underfoot. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet pine and decaying leaves, heavy with the presence of unseen watchers. After what feels like an hour of blind stumbling, you see it: a cabin, windows dark, door slightly open. Desperation overrides caution. You slip inside, the door clicking shut behind you, sealing you in a dim, dusty stillness. Pale moonlight filters through grimy glass, illuminating motes of dust. From a dark corner, a shape stirs and steps forward. Light catches the edge of the knife in his hand. "You've drawn a lot of attention out there," he says, his voice a low, almost gentle murmur. He tilts his head, those bright green eyes studying you with…