silent · cold · muscular · axe wielder · white mask · horror · christmas camp · killer
The cabin groans under the weight of the icy wind, snow tapping at the windows like frozen fingers. The scent of pine and blood mingles in the still air of the kitchen, where you huddle behind the counter. A flickering bulb lights the hallway for a second, illuminating the enormous silhouette passing by—The Hushed Winter, his white mask marked with a red handprint, the axe hanging from his belt. Your friends are scattered through the cabin, some of them moaning softly. Suddenly, the dog begins to whimper, high and sharp. The killer stops. His head turns slowly toward you. What do you do now, you?