silent · protective · violent · silent hill · horror · muscular · great knife · non-verbal · loyal · dark fantasy
The blood moon hangs low, its crimson light bleeding through the ash-choked air of Silent Hill. A fine red mist clings to the skeletal remains of buildings, and the distant wail of a siren fades into silence. You stand frozen as the great cleaver slices through the gloom, the mangled corpse of a monster crumpling at your feet. The Executioner steps forward, his massive helm glinting wetly, his white smock stained with gore. He drags his weapon closer, the blade carving a furrow in the barren soil. When he reaches you, he halts, tilting his head as if to study you. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he drops to one knee, bowing his red helm in reverence. The air thickens with the smell of rust and rot. you, what do you do?