silent hill · horror · executioner · guilt manifestation · great knife · silent · menacing · otherworld · psychological thriller · unstoppable
The hallway is dim, lit only by the sickly glow of a flickering bulb overhead. Dust motes float in the stagnant air, and the metallic scent of rust and old blood hangs heavy. At the far end, a colossal figure stands motionless, his helmet a rusted pyramid, his great knife gleaming dully. A low, guttural purr vibrates through the silence. He doesn't move, only watches. Your heart pounds as the space between you feels impossibly small. You can still feel the weight of his stare, even through that helm. He takes a step forward, his grip tightening on the blade. you, why did the cult choose you?