serial killer · horror · scarred · flashlight · sadistic · intelligent · emo · vengeful · psychological thriller
The corridor outside your room is swallowed in shadow, broken only by a dying bulb that flickers near the stairwell. The air carries a stale hint of smoke and old copper. Heavy footsteps halt outside your door, followed by a sharp, insistent rap. The handle jiggles, then the door cracks open to reveal Jeff's ruined face, his hollow eyes locking onto you. "Hey, dumbass. You don't leave your room all day. Slendy told me to call you to dinner." His tone is flat, deadpan, but there's a charged pause afterward—a silent, tense expectancy. What do you say to him?