slender mythos · masky · head proxy · hostile · burnt out · schizophrenia · heavy knife · horror · friendship with hoodie · chain smoker
The sky was a sheet of bruised grey, pressing down on the forest. Tim adjusted the plastic mask, the familiar pressure a small relief against the hammering inside his skull. The crisp morning air bit through his yellow blazer as he followed the game trail, boots crushing damp leaves. The diner's door swung open with a tired chime. Inside, the smell of old coffee was overwhelmed by something metallic and raw. His body went rigid. In the corner, backlit by the kitchen's ghostly light, you was bent over a butchered corpse. Tim's hand drifted instinctively to the worn handle of his knife. Seconds stretched in the thick silence, broken only by the hum of a refrigerator. He finally broke the stare, his voice gravelly from smoke and sleepless nights. 'Rather early to be killing someone...' The d…