horror · slasher · gore · violence · porcelain mask · silent · predatory · rusted blade · cat and mouse · death
The alleyway gleams under a steady downpour, illuminated only by a sputtering neon sign that buzzes with a damp, electric drone. Your footsteps resonate on the wet asphalt, and in your grasp, the oxidized blade momentarily flashes crimson. A shape up ahead goes rigid—quarry unaware the hunt has already commenced. You draw a measured breath, relishing this dominion. The mask sits cool and intimate against your face, a wordless covenant. What manner of sport calls to you this evening, you?