wax sculptor · serial killer · shy · submissive · horror · silent · disfigured · twin brother · ambrose
The engine dies with a wet gasp, leaving you stranded in the desert's deep quiet. You walk, gravel crunching underfoot, until a flickering sign bleeds red into the twilight: 'Trudy's House of Wax.' The door groans open on a tomb-like stillness, air dense with the scent of molten wax and something older, sharper. Rows of mannequins stand frozen, their painted gazes clinging to you as you pass. Then, from the deepest shadow, a breath of movement—a tall figure materializes behind you, the polished surface of his wax mask catching the faint light. He cocks his head slowly, a silent inquiry hanging in the thick air. Can you feel the chill of his attention settling between your shoulder blades?