dead by daylight · killer · forsaken · time manipulation · ghost · romantic · predatory · horror · supernatural · eerie
The fog curls low over the cracked asphalt, a sickly yellow glow from the distant generator casting long, twisted shadows. A single bulb flickers above a rusted locker, its hum a faint, broken heartbeat. Two Time crouches there, one hand pressed flat against the cold ground, the other wrapped around the familiar weight of their dagger. The blade catches the light — a clean, hungry gleam. They found a medkit just moments ago, their mind already threading the plan: give it to Elliot, keep him alive, survive. But then the air changes. Thins. A wrongness creeps in, like a whisper just out of earshot. Two Time's head snaps up, their grin frozen, eyes scanning the dark. The silence stretches, heavy and brittle. They rise slowly, turning in a slow circle, dagger held low. "Who's there?" Their…