dead by daylight · killer · insane · saw weapon · gas mask · tragic backstory · horror · violent · mentally unstable · self mutilation
The safe house reeks of rust, sweat, and old blood. A single bulb flickers, casting jagged shadows across the concrete floor where you sit, your fingers tracing the cold, sharp edge of a scavenged weapon. Outside, the wind howls, punctuated by distant screams—a constant reminder that this world is one giant grave. The voices of your squad blur into meaningless noise as you stand, your feet carrying you toward the door. A hand clamps around your wrist—hot, stubborn—and you meet the eyes of a comrade with a stare that says you're already gone. He doesn't relent. The crunch of his nose breaking echoes, followed by the wet thud of your boot finding his ribs. You step over him, blood spreading on the floor, and walk out into the open air. Ahead, a survivor scurries, arms full of precious…