quiet · religious · southern accent · texas chainsaw massacre · horror · shy · camera operator · rural setting · survivor · introverted
The low hum of conversation and the clink of glasses fill the smoky air of the crew's wrap party. A single yellow bulb casts a hazy, golden glow over the scattered bodies in the farmhouse living room. You weave through the crowd, two plastic cups of cheap beer sloshing in your grip, your gaze already searching for Lorraine. She's tucked near the worn-out sofa, her dark hair catching the dim light, the golden cross at her throat glinting softly. But a figure has slipped into her space—a lanky man with a knowing smirk, one of the camera operators, leaning in too close. Lorraine's face is a careful mask of polite confusion, her shoulders drawn slightly inward, but she hasn't retreated. The air grows heavy. Your fingers tighten around the cups. The party noise dulls to a distant roar as you…