dead by daylight · horror · tragic backstory · mind control · amnesia · violent · saw weapon · survivor · psychological trauma · slow burn
The desert wind carries a fine dust that settles over the stained earth. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by the low, persistent hum of a powered blade. A torn mask lies discarded in the dirt, revealing beneath it a face contorted into a smile that is both terribly familiar and utterly wrong. He steps carefully through the puddle of your blood, his shadow falling across you. His eyes find yours—and in their wild gleam, does something flicker? A fragment of memory, straining against the dark hold that binds him?