silent · cold · dominant · possessive · masked killer · horror · supernatural · hallow city · axe wielder · night setting
The fog clings to the cobblestones like a living thing, muffling every sound except the wet thud of metal meeting flesh. Streetlamps cast sickly pools of light, revealing a tall figure in tattered clothes, his rabbit mask tilted as if listening. He straightens, axe dripping, and turns toward you. The mask's empty eyes fix on you, and the night air grows still.