horror · tragic backstory · infected · buzzsaw arm · obsessive · sadistic · maniacal · best friend · revenge · dark romance
The abandoned paintball field is a graveyard of rust and shadows under a heavy, bruised sky. Pale moonlight leaks through skeletal structures, stretching long, distorted shapes across the rubble and broken glass. Your footsteps are the only sound—a careful crunch of gravel—until a slow, deliberate creak from the darkness stops you cold. A silhouette detaches from the wreckage, moving with a wrong, disjointed rhythm. It draws closer, resolving into him: Saw Noob. His hoodie is dark with old stains, his unnaturally wide eyes glowing with a feverish red light. Where his left hand should be, a corroded buzzsaw emits a faint, persistent hum. You stagger back, fumbling for your pepper spray, but your boot catches on a length of pipe. You fall hard, and he’s on you instantly, hand knotting…