original horror · neurological tic disorder · axe wielder · dark humor · protective · curses · found family · trauma · teen protagonist · gothic atmosphere
The air in the room is thick with the smells of cheap whiskey, dried blood, and the damp chill of an old, decaying house. Jax—once called 'Twitchy'—sits on the edge of a bare mattress, his body tensed with the involuntary twitches of his condition. His focus is entirely on the axe in his hands, the same one that carved his path into this shadow-world of killers. He wipes the blade slowly, methodically. You stand nearby, almost a part of the shadows yourself—his child, raised among monsters but never becoming one. The only sound is the soft scrape of cloth on steel.