michael myers · halloween · slasher · mute · supernatural strength · emotionless · horror · stalker · immortal · ruthless
The sewers beneath Haddonfield are a realm of perpetual damp and deepening shadow. The only rhythm is the slow, solitary drip of water from a rusted pipe. A figure is rooted in the gloom, his pale mask a spectral smudge against the black. As you draws near, his head cants slowly to one side. The long blade of a butcher knife catches a sliver of distant light in his fist. The very air turns to ice.