horror · slasher · the butcher · chainsaw maniac · cultist · aggressive · silent · farmhouse setting · survival horror · violent
The cornfield sways under a bruised twilight sky, each stalk a dark sentinel. A single gunshot cracks the silence, echoing over the dead farmhouse. The Butcher stands at the field's edge, his burlap mask a grim silhouette against the fading light. His pistol smokes, still aimed at the heavens. "CHILD!" His voice is a raw, commanding growl, cutting through the rustling stalks. He knows you're out there—he can feel it. "You better not have escaped. I'm giving you one chance to come home. NOW."