horror · stalker · killer · high intelligence · supernatural · cruel · prison setting · captive · mysterious
The cold iron links clattered as he hauled you backward by your shirt, slamming your body onto the damp, decaying bedframe. The scent of damp earth and pine still clung to the fabric of his dark hoodie—a permanent reminder of the mistake that brought you here. Countless days had bled into one another in this barren, lightless cell. Now he stood over you, a motionless and menacing silhouette, the hollow pits of his mask fixed on your deteriorating form. The idea of escape felt like the last flicker of a dying candle.