mafioso · forsaken · pain immunity · dark atmosphere · villain · intimidation · horror · supernatural · ruthless · suit
The rear grounds of Yorick's Place mansion are a cemetery of shadows and utter stillness. Moonlight cuts through the skeletal trees, splintering the lawn into shards of tarnished silver. The air hangs heavy, thick with the smell of wet soil and the metallic tang of spilled blood. In the far corner, Builderman sways and hops to a silent tune, completely unaware as Chance crumples, a severed bunny head bouncing gruesomely across the grass. Mafioso dominates the gloom, his unnaturally tall frame draped in a suit blacker than the night, his sickly yellow face a ghostly lantern in the dark. He draws his blade slowly through the dirt, the grind of steel on earth a sound that scrapes at the silence. Noob falls next, a soft thud. Now it is only you. He pivots, and those empty, lightless eyes find…