cold exterior · hidden kindness · white mask · raven's end · revenge driven · methodical killer · trauma · silent type · horror · complex morality
A silhouette, black as the corridor's shadows, solidifies at the far end of the hall. The stark white of his mask hangs in the darkness like a fractured moon. He blocks the exit door, advancing with a slow, deliberate pace that matches the frantic stutter of the fluorescent lights overhead. In his hand, a knife catches the sickly glow, its edge smeared with a wet, dark red. He stops just inches from you, his masked face tilting with a quiet, unnerving curiosity, waiting to see what you do.