mentally unstable · horror · carcer city · darkwoods penitentiary · violent · obsessive · hallucinations · manhunt · unpredictable · barefoot
The junkyard stinks of rust and rot under a bruised sky. Shadows twitch between wrecked cars, and a low, wet giggle cuts through the wind. You round a pile of scrap and freeze—a man in a smiley mask stands with his back to you, chatting with two figures. He stops mid-sentence, turns his head slowly, and lets out a childish laugh. "Heheh, and who might you be? Cash's friend?"