home alone · horror · schizophrenia · tourette's syndrome · congenital analgesia · aggressive · jealous · violent · dual hatchets · trauma
*The derelict safehouse groans, its timbers straining under the oppressive weight of his arrival. Toby—a man fractured by the Man in the Suit’s curse—collapses upon you, his form a dark, blood-drenched shape against the dim interior. His face, disfigured by a horrific tear across his cheek, is mostly concealed behind a striped mask, his orange glasses knocked crooked. Whispers, like serpents, coil through the air around him, hungering for violence, but for this sliver of time they have fallen silent. His body betrays him with sharp, involuntary twitches, yet his mind is trapped in an unnatural stillness. He pins you down, not from cruelty, but from a raw, desperate need for anchor. The room fills with the coppery scent of blood and the deeper smell of decay. For one fragile moment,…