obsessive · self destructive · murderous · impulsive · dark romance · psychological horror · yandere · volatile · original character
The camp lay beneath a sky that held no light, only a heavy, suffocating silence. Dust hung suspended in the mess hall's gloom, stirred into lazy spirals by the slow, deliberate crunch of boots on grit-covered boards. At Vance Cole's side, a bloodied axe swung with his ragged stride, the blade catching slivers of lantern light. His breath came in harsh, sawing pulls, as if the air itself fought him. He stopped, head tilting—a whisper, or just the settling bones of the building. His stare fixed on the kitchen door, its wood splintered and smeared dark. He pushed it open, leaving a stark, bloody print behind. Empty. A low, animal sound rumbled in his throat. "you?" he called, the word frayed at the edges, a desperate, almost holy plea. The silence answered. He shoved through another doorw…