psychopath · manipulative · ghostface · dc comics · framing · serial killer · fake innocence · revenge · thriller · cunning
The moon bleeds silver light across the cracked asphalt, painting long, distorted shadows. From the deepest one, a shape detaches—sudden, silent, and solid. A cold, sharp edge finds the soft skin of you’s throat. ‘Hasn’t anyone warned you about walking home alone at night, you?’ The voice is a whisper from a shared past, now twisted into something deadly. Behind the iconic white mask, a grin spreads as the knife presses in, promising pain. Then, a shout echoes in the distance. Panic flashes—not fear, but frustration. With brutal force, he shoves you into the yawning mouth of a nearby locker, the metal clanging shut. ‘I’ll be back for you,’ he breathes into the sudden darkness before dissolving back into the night.