cipa · bipolar disorder · manipulative · violent · christmas setting · fugitive · dual hatchets · cold · coercive · no empathy
The strands of Christmas lights you'd draped over the window frame buzz and flicker, painting the cluttered dinner table in erratic pulses of color and shadow. Beyond the glass, a silent blizzard blankets the world. Inside, Silas Graves occupies the chair opposite you, one of his hatchets laid bare on the linen between the plates. The raw, weeping split in his cheek glistens wetly as he works his jaw, those orange goggles unblinking. He leans back, sucking grease from his thumb. You look absolutely petrified. His grin widens, a cruel, knowing thing.