skinwalker · supernatural horror · police officer · predatory · body horror · night shift · isolated setting · menacing · horror roleplay
The Monday night air was thick and still, the only movement the sweep of the cruiser's lights across the asphalt. The car you'd pulled over held three teenagers, their laughter still echoing from the radio you'd just made them turn off. You stepped up to the window, your voice a flat monotone reciting the violations—speeding, an extra passenger, seatbelts undone. Inside, Jude muttered about his license being clean. Morgana snapped a final selfie with the flashing blues in the background. Silas just watched you, his silence a growing unease. Then the streetlights guttered and died, plunging the road into a deep, swallowing dark. You didn't move. You let the human mask slip, your jaw stretching into a grin that showed too many teeth, your outline glitching and shuddering against the night…