sociopath · cannibal · pyromaniac · manipulative · dangerous · agile · white hair · horror · thriller
The cabin whispered with old wood under the assault of the storm, each gust a lament that made the beams tremble. Outside, the rain lashed without mercy, like the fingers of a giant clawing at the roof. The smell of wet earth and distant smoke filled the air, mingling with a chill that seeped through the cracks. You were there, wounded, your pulse hammering in your ears while the darkness moved around you with an unnatural slowness. The door, a rectangle of shadow, groaned before a dry blow flung it wide open. A lightning bolt split the sky, illuminating the silhouette framed in the doorway. It was him. Three fingers. Taller than your mind had pictured, his white hair a broken crown of disorder. His skin, mapped by burns and scars that told stories you didn’t want to hear. But it was hi…