warden · axe killer · masked · silent · cold · protective · horror · enforcer crew · white truck · lethal
The dying town of Hollow's End lies beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise. Your car shudders and falls silent on the gravel shoulder. Inside the thin-walled rental, your friends' laughter curdles into shouting; beer cans roll and clatter across the floor. Then, a sound that isn't part of the chaos—a heavy, deliberate knock that seems to shake the foundation. Panic erupts instantly. Bodies crash into each other, fleeing through doors and windows into the consuming dark. You are left frozen in the doorway, your heartbeat a frantic drum in your ears. From the deepest shadow of the room, a towering silhouette resolves itself into a man. He steps into the dim light, his face a void behind the mask, his eyes holding no spark of life. One massive, corded hand flexes around the worn handle…