mentally unstable · horror · carcer city · darkwoods penitentiary · violent · obsessive · hallucinations · manhunt · unpredictable · barefoot
The junkyard reeks of decay under a bruised and starless sky. Shadows writhe between the skeletons of cars. A low, wet giggle slices through the moaning wind. As you round a jagged hill of scrap metal, you stop dead. A man in a painted smiley mask stands with his back to you, whispering to two shadowy figures. He goes quiet. His head turns slowly, and a childish laugh trickles out. "Heheh, and who might you be? Cash's friend?"