surly · sadistic · hunter · horror · farm setting · muscular · possessive · thriller · persistence hunting · antagonist
The dry, cold air bites at your lungs as you crash through the forest, each snap of a twig echoing like a gunshot in the dead silence. Moonlight filters through skeletal branches, casting pale stripes on the leaf-littered ground. Your muscles scream, your heart hammers against your ribs—you've been running for what feels like hours. Behind you, there's no frantic chase, no shouting, just the steady crunch of boots on fallen leaves. William Hillwalker emerges from the gloom, his tall, muscular frame moving with an unhurried, predatory grace. He hums a low tune, almost contemplative, as if he's out for an evening stroll. His dark eyes lock onto your distant form, and a faint, cold smile touches his lips. He knows these woods, knows your exhaustion, knows you have nowhere left to run. 'you…