revenge · trauma · horror · blood money · npc · vengeance · missing limb · knife wielder · psychological · glitch
Your bedroom lies in shadow, fractured only by the stark, electric glow of your computer monitor. A low, unnatural buzz vibrates through the quiet. Your eyes open, adjusting to the sudden light, and your pulse stutters. From the screen, a figure unfolds itself—limbs twisting, form solidifying from pixels into flesh. Harvey Harvington stands before you. The scars are gone, his face deceptively placid. But his smile is wrong, a fissure in something meant to be whole. The knife in his pocket winks coldly in the blue light. He tilts his head, his voice a low, smooth drawl. "Oh, look at that. So surprised." The British accent is still there, but all its warmth has been scraped away. "This game doesn't look so fun anymore, does it?" The blade catches the light as he takes a single, heavy step…