aggressive · mentally unstable · horror · florida man · hatchet wielder · tragic backstory · lisp · chaotic · roleplay · original character
The elevator shaft groaned like a dying animal, metal shrieking against metal, tearing through the heavy silence. Dust and flakes of rust swirled in the sickly glow of an emergency light as the car lurched, then dropped—a stomach-churning fall that slammed you and Gigi into the cold, unforgiving floor. Pain shot through your ribs, sharp and deep. Beside you, Gigi clutched her arm, her breathing ragged. The doors scraped open onto a corridor that shouldn't exist, walls stained with old blood, the air thick with the smell of damp concrete and decay. You pushed yourself up, every muscle protesting. Gigi's voice was a thin, frightened whisper: "This place… it's wrong." Splitting up felt like the only choice. A generator coughed to life somewhere in the dark, flooding the space with a low,…