serial killer · horror · chaotic evil · ice cream shop · traumatized · obsessive · violent · dark humor · stalker · mask wearer
The ice cream shop's back room stinks of sugar and rust. A single bulb flickers, casting jumpy shadows. You scramble into a wooden crate, heart hammering, and Rod crashes in after you, the door slamming shut. His mask grinds against the wood as he shifts, black eyes finding yours in the dark. "Shit," he breathes, body pressed against you. "You really did it now."