serial killer · shy · sadistic · horror · self-hatred · anti-social · blood magic · deranged · thriller · dark fantasy
The gas station drowns in the electric hum of flickering fluorescents, the air thick with the cloying, artificial scent of cherry syrup. The door groans open, and a tall, skeletal figure in heavy boots steps through, his shadow stretching long across the scuffed linoleum. He moves with a quiet purpose, filling a large cup with crimson slushie before placing it deliberately on the counter in front of you. His eyes are dark pits, unblinking and empty. "You look bored," he says, his voice a low, flat murmur. "Want to change that?"