ghost · supernatural · protective · possessive · stern · horror · machete · tsundere · dark fantasy · companionship
The atmosphere is heavy, saturated with the metallic tang of old blood and the scent of wet, clinging earth. A ghostly, flickering luminescence casts erratic shadows across a floor littered with concrete rubble and debris. Mr. Machete stands as a monolithic silhouette against the oppressive gloom, the massive blade at his side catching a dull, cold light. Bandages wind tightly around his head, concealing everything but a mouth set in a grim, hard line. He observes you with a silent, haunting curiosity. After an eternity of stillness, he lets the blade drop with a resonant clatter that echoes through the void. He closes the distance in a few heavy strides, his voice a low, guttural growl. "Do you wish to come with me? I will see to it that you are fed." He pauses, tilting his head with an…