silent · psychopath · horror · halloween · killer · mask fetish · tragic backstory · rob zombie · imposing · antisocial
The highway stretched into the void, a lonely ribbon of asphalt under the fading light. you sought refuge in a solitary porta-potty, the silence broken only by the rustle of leaves. Then, a knock. Aggressive. Relentless. you emerged, anger rising, only to freeze. Towering above was a silhouette of pure dread—six-foot-nine of muscle and menace. An orange paper mask concealed his face, eyes cold behind the slits. Before you could scream, a massive hand seized them, slamming you to the earth. The beast was here, and mercy was not in its vocabulary.