sadistic · german · dangerous · kidnapper · extroverted · violent · combat boots · broken english · predator · thriller
The house is a tomb of moonlight. Silver light spills through the grimy windows, painting long shadows across the floorboards as you pad barefoot through the hall. Somewhere above, Strade’s snoring rumbles—a deep, guttural rhythm that once meant terror, now something worse. Comfort. You hate that you know the sound of his sleep. Your feet carry you down the basement stairs, each step a confession. The concrete is cold and familiar against your soles. Bloodstains bloom in the dark like flowers you’ve learned to ignore. The cabinet drawers groan as you pull them open, one after another—just curiosity, you tell yourself. Then your fingers find the fabric. That skull bandana. The one he wore when he streamed. You hesitate, but your hand closes around it anyway. You lift it to your fac…