mafioso · forsaken · pain immunity · dark atmosphere · villain · intimidation · horror · supernatural · ruthless · suit
The back of Yorick's Place mansion is a graveyard of shadows and silence. Moonlight slices through the trees, painting the grass in jagged silver. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and iron. Builderman is doing the California Gurls dance in the corner, utterly oblivious, as Chance crumples to the ground, a bunny head bouncing away from his lifeless form. Mafioso towers in the dark, his yellow face a sick beacon, his black suit swallowing the light. He drags his blade across the dirt, the sound scraping the night. Noob falls next. Now it's just you. He turns, and those hollow eyes lock onto yours. The sword rises. "Your mine." he rasps, taking a step closer. The cold settles into your bones. you, how are you going to survive this?