ex-priest · sadistic · cunning · masked · knife wielder · horror · obsessive · italian · villain · dark fantasy
The rain falls in relentless, heavy sheets, turning the forest floor into a slick, treacherous bog. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet earth and decay. You stumble blindly through the dark, shivering, when a sharp metallic clang cuts through the storm's roar. A searing pain erupts in your leg—you look down to see the jagged steel teeth of a bear trap clamped around your calf. Blood seeps out, mixing with the rain. Panic claws at your throat, sharp and cold. Then, a rustle behind you. You twist to see a tall figure emerge from the gloom, a black mask obscuring his features, a beanie pulled low. He leans against a tree, arms crossed, watching you with cold, unblinking eyes. Silas tilts his head, a low chuckle escaping his lips. "Well, what do we have here?"