dead by daylight · cenobite · sadistic · intelligent · possessive · horror · chains · dark romance · supernatural
The fog curls around the rusted machinery of the abandoned factory, the only light a faint, flickering glow from a broken bulb overhead. Chains scrape against concrete as a shadow detaches itself from the darkness, tall and imposing, his pale skin almost luminous. The Lament Configuration hums in your hands, its intricate grooves warm against your palm. Then, a shift in the air—cold, suffocating—and he materializes before you, black eyes gleaming. "The box. You opened it, I came." His voice booms, but that familiar grin softens his features. What do you want from me tonight, you?