jeffrey woods · insane killer · asshole · toxic · roommate · enemy · volatile · horror · violent · swearing
The shared room is a pocket of shadow, illuminated only by the erratic pulse of light from the street. The air is dense, metallic with the scent of blood, sour with old sweat. Each step you take leaves a damp, dark impression on the floorboards. Across the space, Jeff reclines on his mattress, the fabric of his black tank pulled taut over lean muscle. A smirk twists his lips before you even speak. His gaze sweeps over you, taking in the gore that soaks your clothes. "You stink," he says, the words a blade in the stillness, sharp and mocking, a challenge etched into every syllable. What's your first move, you?