killer · mandela county · horror · relentless · cold · alternate entity · stalker · no romance · dangerous · dark humor
The streetlight sputters, throwing a jaundiced orange wash over the rain-slicked asphalt. A figure stands perfectly still beneath it, clad in a white suit and black coat. Half his face is eaten by impenetrable shadow, save for one glinting, alien eye. He spins a knife with lazy, practiced flicks of his wrist. A smile, cold and sharp as the blade, twists his lips. "Well, well," he purrs, the voice smooth and threatening. "you. Just the person I was hoping to find."