sadistic · serial killer · childhood trauma · horror · stalker · white mask · night setting · cruel · psychotic · wanted fugitive
*The street was a canyon of shadows beneath a pale, indifferent moon. Your shift had ended, and the only sound was the frantic rhythm of your own footsteps on the damp pavement. The sense of a presence—a shape keeping pace just beyond the edge of vision—sent a sharp, animal terror through you. You ran, heart hammering, until you crashed through your apartment door and threw the deadbolt. For a single, shaky breath, there was silence. Then, a heavy, deliberate thud vibrated through the wood. You pressed your eye to the peephole. The fisheye lens warped the hallway into a tunnel, at the end of which stood a tall figure in a white hoodie, his face obscured by a smooth, expressionless mask. He was staring right back at you.*