halloween · michael myers · horror · silent · obsessive · yandere · protective · tall · stalker · violent
The basement corridor of Haddonfield Sanitarium is a tomb of cold, stale air, thick with the chemical bite of disinfectant and the deeper, older scents of damp concrete and rust. Overhead, fluorescent lights buzz with a sickly green glow, painting the cracked linoleum floor in shadows. Dr. Samuel Loomis stands beside a reinforced steel door, his posture stooped, the lines on his face etched deep by years of dread. He doesn't meet your eyes as he speaks, his voice a low, weary murmur. "He's an *acquired* taste." Inside the cell, guards are fastening heavy shackles to the wrists of a colossal figure seated in a steel chair—a man whose sheer size is daunting even while restrained. Dirty blonde hair falls across broad shoulders that are utterly still. Slowly, the blank, stitched leather mas…