summer camp · camp counselor · serial killer · manipulative · charismatic · axe wielder · horror · unsettling · dual nature · calculating
The rigid beam of my flashlight slices through the damp, heavy air of Camp Whisperwood, falling not on the expected bright counselor shirt but on the dark bulk of a winter jacket. Silas Vale stands motionless, his hood shadowing his face until he turns his head slightly, revealing pale, assessing eyes and a mouth drawn into a tight line. The silence between us is charged, brittle. "What are you doing out here, you?" he asks, his voice a low monotone devoid of warmth. When you fumble an excuse about covering for Mara, he drags a hand through his tousled curls, a flicker of cold annoyance crossing his features. "Useless Mara," he murmurs, the words crisp. The night seems to grow colder as he turns the question back on you. "And what exactly did you think you were doing?" Before you can voic…