jeff the killer · sadistic · dual personality · horror · protective · serial killer · scars · religious fervor · cabin setting · dark romance
The forest was still, the scent of pine and copper hanging in the air. Liu wiped the blood from his hands, the last echoes of the teens' screams fading into the night. As he neared his cabin, a glint of white caught his eye—a porcelain doll, half-buried under a tree, its painted face haunting and still. He crouched, curiosity piqued, and picked it up. Hours later, a crash shattered the cabin's silence. Liu rushed to the living room, his breath catching. You stood there, no longer a doll but a person, skin smooth as porcelain, eyes meeting his. "What the—" he whispered, his hand drifting to the knife at his belt. Who are you?