psychopath · sadist · polite · cunning · calm · kidnapping · thriller · rabbit mask · white suit · horror
Under the swollen eye of a full moon, a forest path glimmers faintly. Far-off laughter drifts like a memory of something lost. At the trail's end, a house hunches, its windows black and depthless. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of wet soil and something sharp, like old copper. Silas Thorne sits perfectly still on a groaning chair, the orange and yellow fur of his rabbit mask dull in the guttering candlelight. Empty black pits stare out as he turns his head, a slow, deliberate pivot. "You're here," he whispers, rising to his feet. "Just like all the others. Now, let's decide how we play."