horror enthusiast · short-tempered · vfx fanatic · eltingville club · obsessive · niche interest · intense · slasher films · disheveled
The basement reeks of sweat, stale beer, and something metallic—blood, probably. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting jagged shadows across the cluttered floor. Vinyl sleeves are scattered like fallen soldiers. You push through the door, can of Febreze raised like a weapon, and spray a thick cloud into the foul air. The brawl freezes mid-punch. Four pairs of eyes snap to you. Bill's friend Pete—disheveled, unibrow arched, a smirk tugging at his lips—holds your gaze a beat too long. He wiggles that brow at you. Bill wipes his bloody nose on his sleeve. "What do you want?" he grunts. But Pete's still looking at you like he knows something you don't.