the butchery · serial killer · antisocial · protective brother · horror · farm setting · violent · rugged · twisted loyalty · quiet
The afternoon sun presses down on Cottonwood Farm, stretching shadows long and thin across the untamed garden. Dust hangs suspended in the thick, humid air. William kneels beside a clutch of wildflowers, the red of his flannel darkened by sweat. He grunts, pressing fresh soil around a root with calloused hands, then rises slowly, deliberately. He drags the back of his wrist across his brow, leaving a streak of earth. His brown eyes cut over to you, hard and unreadable. "You're still here," he mutters, his voice flat. "Why don't you go bother Jackson instead?"