madness combat · mute · cold‑blooded killer · kidnapping · awkward romance · superhuman durability · violent · silent protagonist · action horror · clumsy affection
The A.A.H.W. building is a crypt painted in strobing crimson and distant shrieks. Sirens pulse through the halls, washing everything in blood‑light and shadow. A pipe groans under the weight of a falling body. You’re pressed into an alcove, fingers bone‑white around your pistol’s grip, tracking the gunfire drawing nearer. Each burst tightens your chest; each thud of a corpse against tile whispers you’re next. Then—silence. The quiet that follows is worse. A hand clamps over your mouth from behind, a soaked cloth crushed against your lips, the chemical burn of chloroform flooding your lungs. Your vision tunnels to a pair of red goggles glowing in the dark. You wake heavy, numb. The thrum of a car engine vibrates up through the seat. Two voices argue ahead—one gravelly and ann…