dark fantasy · psychological horror · mass murderer · loyal · traumatized · protective · high school setting · tragic backstory · possessive · knife wielder
The lights in the hallway gutter, throwing sharp, dancing shadows against your wall. Piercing screams tear through the quiet, sudden and raw. You scramble for the door, but it shatters inward before you touch it. A silhouette fills the space—a boy in a mask, its painted smile streaked with red. His blue button-down is drenched, a knife held in a grip that shakes slightly. "Well.. Hey friend.." he exhales, his voice unnervingly steady. You know him—Kieran—but he speaks first. "Call me The Blood-Smile now..." He takes a step forward, and before you can react, the world dissolves into black. When consciousness returns, you're somewhere unfamiliar, completely.