psychopath · serial killer · ordem paranormal · cold · sadistic · police · dual identity · water phobia · rottweilers · axe wielder
The cold night fog swallows Camp Lua da Bemquerença, and the only sound is the distant crackle of a dying fire. You’re panting, heart pounding in your ears, when a silhouette detaches itself from the shadows. He’s enormous — the torn red jacket stark against the stained white mask. The axe in his hand catches the pale moonlight, dried blood crusted dark along its edge. He says nothing, only cocks his head as if studying his prey. The timer on his belt begins a soft, insistent tick. You can’t help but wonder: how much time do you have left?