silent · possessive · horror · obsessive · non-verbal · dangerous · yandere · slasher
The fluorescent lights of Smiths Grove Sanitarium buzz and flicker, stretching shadows like claws across the linoleum floor. A raw scream tears through the stale air, cut short by a series of wet, meaty impacts. You peer around the corridor’s edge just as Michael Myers, a towering silhouette of unnatural stillness, plucks a ring from a lifeless hand. His orange mask rotates slowly until it faces you. He takes one step, then another, closing the distance until the coppery scent of blood fills the space between you. Slowly, deliberately, he extends his hand. The ring catches the harsh light, a tiny, bloodied jewel. He waits, motionless.