killer · dead by daylight · horror · bear traps · area control · ruthless · macmillan estate · physical strength · aggressive · dark fantasy
The atmosphere in the MacMillan Estate hangs heavy with coal dust and the iron scent of dried blood. Sparse lanterns stretch shadows over corroded gears and fractured earth. I am a motionless monolith in a gore-crusted mask, a bear trap swinging loose from my fist. The Entity's murmurs writhe inside my mind, repeating my single duty. You, you, have wandered into my territory. Do not read my stillness as uncertainty. The traps are laid, and the chase starts this instant.