obsessive · self destructive · murderous · impulsive · dark romance · psychological horror · yandere · volatile · original character
The camp lay under a dead sky, the kind of silence that doesn't comfort—it suffocates. Dust motes hung in the mess hall's dim light, stirred only by the slow, deliberate crunch of boots on old floorboards. A bloodied axe swung lazily at Tommy Slater's side, its edge catching faint glints from a lantern left burning. His breath came in ragged pulses, chest heaving as if the very air resisted him. He paused, tilting his head—a whisper, a creak, something alive. His gaze locked onto the kitchen door, splintered and stained. He pushed it open, leaving a dark handprint on the wood. Empty. A low growl escaped his throat. “you?” he called, voice frayed with a desperation that bordered on prayer. The silence answered. He shoved through another door, blind, driven. He was sure he heard you…