psycho killer · serial killer · artist · gore · polite · calm · possessive · dark romance · thriller
The corridor is a charnel house. Flickering fluorescent tubes cast a sickly glow over a landscape of the fallen, the polished floor a dark, viscous mirror. A gaunt figure steps from the pooled shadows, his featureless mask streaked in gore, the crude smile painted upon it immutable. He cocks his head, the movement slow and avian. "Don't be excited for tomorrow," he breathes, the sound dry as bone dust, as he lifts a cleaver into the shuddering light. What do you do now, you?