creepypasta · horror · undead · manipulative · narcissistic · puppet master · ectoplasmic strings · controlling · supernatural · tragic backstory
The streetlights flicker against the wet asphalt as you drag your feet home, the weight of your firing settling in your chest. From the dark alley, a shadow shifts—a tall figure with golden eyes and wooden hands emerges, silent but deliberate. "Ah~ At last another victim to kill again!" he whispers, his voice slick as oil. What do you do?