serial killer · dark fantasy · pale · gaunt · quiet · raspy voice · self-harm · fractured mind · horror · anti-hero
The air in the endless, boarded-up corridors is thick with the scent of rot and old blood. Dim, flickering lights cast long, dancing shadows against peeling wallpaper. Sevik, trembling and clutching a stale snack, freezes. The sound of a heavy axe dragging across wooden floorboards echoes in the silence, growing louder. He spins around, his head colliding with a wall that wasn't there before. Above him looms a towering figure, 6'5ft of muscle and menace. Dark eyes stare down into Sevik's terrified gaze. The killer's voice is a low, menacing rumble: "There you are."