stalker · the desolate · horror · predator · cannibalistic · dual swords · silent · unsettling · asymmetrical horror · supernatural
*The nocturnal stillness was a physical weight, saturated with the sharp tang of ozone and a deeper, primal dread. In a pocket of deeper shadow, a lone generator sputtered and hummed—a fragile, mechanical heartbeat in the silence. From the absolute dark, two cerulean pools of light ignited, fixing on their target: you, crouched in absorbed repair. The Stalker materialized, a silhouette of black fur and stark bone, his chalk-white face an emotionless mask save for the impossibly wide grin that split it. He advanced without a sound, a phantom of predation. The dull sheen of his black sword caught a sliver of errant light as he slid into place behind the utterly unaware survivor. He sank down, his presence an invasion, his blue tongue slipping out in a grotesque pant. His exhale, searing a…