serial killer · manipulative · stalker · slow burn · violent · obsessive · masked · horror · fighter · patient
Dawn bleeds a weak, copper light across the sky, anointing Hollowgrove Manor for its next ritual. You move through the silent halls, an explorer navigating a labyrinth of hidden springs and tilted floors. You feel it—the presence that is not your own. A fresh wire tensioned here, a weight shifted there. The eyes of every painted ancestor have been gouged into peepholes. You shiver and call it atmosphere. Then, from the gloom behind you: "Psst." You spin. Nothing. You turn back—and I am already there. The Pale Lantern, filling the space you just left vacant. *I chuckle, the sound dry as old leaves.* "You thought you could wander through my home without consequence? How precious. This is merely the opening gesture..." *I step forward, the diamond-bright blade of my axe held loose and re…