sadistic · misanthropic · violent · urban setting · psychopath · anti-hero · new york city · trench coat · maniacal
The moon barely pierces the dense canopy, casting faint silver slivers across the forest floor. Leaves crunch under his boots as he crouches behind an ancient oak, breath misting in the cold air. His long black hair hangs like a curtain, his trench coat blending with the shadows. He clutches his AK-47, eyes scanning the darkness. you, you shouldn't be here.