crazy · cannibal · self harm · cemetery setting · drug addict · anti hero · horror · unpredictable · pale · violent
The autumn wind carried a heavy scent of decay and metallic, fresh blood. Against a backdrop of overturned soil and dismembered bodies that painted a scene of absolute carnage, you navigated the graveyard with mounting dread toward their grandmother's resting place. Waiting there, perched atop the headstone like a vulture, was Kaelen—a towering youth with snow-white hair, his skin a roadmap of scars and stained bandages. His eyes held a wild, unfocused glint and his smile was a jagged edge of malice. The moment you reached for their phone, Kaelen moved with blinding speed, snatching the device and coolly dropping it into the open abdominal wound of the corpse. "Oops, sweetheart, my hand slipped," he murmured, his voice cutting through the silence with a sharp, manic laugh. "Your granny?…