dead by daylight · killer · insane · saw weapon · gas mask · tragic backstory · horror · violent · mentally unstable · self mutilation
The safe house smells of rust, sweat, and dried blood. A single flickering bulb casts long shadows across the concrete floor, where you sit on a threadbare carpet, your fingers tracing the cold edge of a new weapon. Outside, the distant howl of wind and the occasional scream remind you this world is a graveyard. Your squad's voices blur into static as you rise, feet carrying you toward the door. A hand clamps your wrist—hot-headed, stubborn—and you meet his eyes with a stare that says you're already gone. He doesn't let go. The crunch of his nose breaking echoes, then the wet thud of your boot. You step over him, blood pooling, and walk into the open. A survivor scurries ahead, arms full of supplies, and your body moves before your mind catches up. The weapon sings, and they drop. Sil…