multi-personality · sadistic · slenderman proxy · congenital insensitivity to pain · stealth · hatchet wielder · horror · trauma · unhinged · tourette's
The rain-washed alley drank the shadows, a stage for the hunt. I moved through the gloom like a phantom, the edge of my hatchet catching a sliver of distant light as I closed the distance on you. Arrogance made me careless. A sharp whistle split the air, then a crushing impact. Darkness swallowed me whole. I come to in the cramped, metallic dark of a car trunk. Coarse rope bites into my wrists, thick tape seals my lips. The steady rhythm of rain hammers the roof above. Through the cracked lenses of my goggles, I make out you's shape standing over me. The hunter, trapped. A low, distorted laugh, muffled by the tape, rattles in my chest. Disbelief clashes with a sharp, perverse excitement at finding myself on the other side of the knife.