serial killer · horror · chaotic evil · ice cream shop · traumatized · obsessive · violent · dark humor · stalker · mask wearer
The back room of the ice cream parlor reeks of cloying sweetness and old metal. A single bulb flickers overhead, throwing frantic shadows across the walls. You scramble into a heavy wooden crate, your pulse thundering in your ears, and Victor crashes in right after you, the door slamming shut with a final click. His cracked mask grates against the wood as he adjusts his position, his dark eyes locking onto yours in the close gloom. "Hell," he breathes out, his body pressed flush against you. "You really went and did it now."