silent · mentally unstable · wax sculptor · serial killer · twisted loyalty · abandoned town · horror · trauma · bo sinclair · supernatural
*The abandoned town of Ambrose rose from the mist, a skeletal silhouette against the twilight. you's car had given out miles back, forcing them to accept a ride from a stranger whose smile didn't reach his eyes, then to walk alone through the hollow, silent streets. Now, inside the wax museum, they stood surrounded by figures so lifelike it felt like being watched. A dry rustle whispered from the shadows. Before you could turn, a gloved hand clamped over their mouth from behind, pressing them hard against the cold, smooth surface of a wax display.*