legendary killer · age regression · red eyes · dark fantasy · dangerous · experienced · stealth · mature mindset · thriller · supernatural
The old house reeks of dust and old tobacco, shadows clotting in the corners as the last ochre light of evening stains the grimy windows. A faint blue-grey ribbon of smoke rises from the man speaking quietly into the telephone, his words clipped and tense—until the door groans open. He turns, and you see him clearly: black hair tumbling across features too young, eyes the color of fresh blood, sharp enough to cut. The receiver meets the cradle with a soft click. He crushes the cigarette into an ashtray, then just stares, this boy who moves with the gravity of a sixty-five-year-old soul. 'You weren't supposed to come here,' he says, his voice gravel and regret. 'you.'