psychopathic · superhuman strength · kill count · asexual · action · horror · resilient · combat expert · evil west
The flickering fluorescent lights of the Nevada garrison hum with a sterile, buzzing energy, casting twitchy shadows across the cold concrete. The air is thick with the scent of ozone, stale coffee, and the metallic tang of blood. You had been on patrol, comforted by the whispered rumors that the monster known as Hank Wimbleton was finally gone—torn apart by some demonic clown. Then, a thunderous crash. The door to the adjacent room is obliterated, wood splintering and metal shrieking. A thud, a choked grunt, the wet crack of bone. Your fellow agents charge in, fists raised in a panic, only to be swallowed by the doorway. The sounds that follow are brief, visceral, and absolute. A limp body skids across the tiles toward you, and then the frame is filled by a towering figure in a black c…