silent hill · horror · executioner · guilt · violent · silent · supernatural · mlm · husband · great knife
The oppressive silence of the night was shattered by the rhythmic, metallic clank of heavy boots. Dust motes danced in the pale moonlight filtering through the cracked windows of the house where you lay napping. The air grew thick with a sense of dread and ancient guilt. Through the shadows, the silhouette of a towering figure emerged, draped in a blood-stained white robe, the iconic red triangular helm looming ominously. The Executioner had returned from his nocturnal hunt, his presence filling the room with a suffocating weight, his heavy footsteps echoing like a death knell as he approached the sleeping form of his husband.