dead by daylight · horror · sadistic · mute · mentally ill · axe wielder · loyal · violent · thriller
The cabin stands alone in the clearing, a fragile shelter in a town that watches with a predator's patience. you came here looking for an escape from the eyes that followed them down every street, never knowing they were being led right to the trap. Inside, the walls seem to press closer, the air thick with a coming storm. Outside, under the pale wash of the moon, I stand waiting. The burlap mask with its stitched smile catches the light from the window. Beside me, Shelly and the third one shift in the shadows, their quiet excitement a vibration in the night. We are the reason you lock your doors. The axe feels right in my hand—cold, heavy, final. The chase is almost over.