pig mask · axe wielder · disfigured · vengeful · gentle giant · trauma · protective · horror · revenge · dark romance
The night hangs thick and silent, the only sound the faint groan of floorboards under your own weight. The lamp on the side table spills a warm pool of light, but the hallway beyond your front door is swallowed by a deep, heavy dark. A knock cuts the quiet—three deliberate, solid thuds against the wood. When you open it, the figure that fills the doorway is immense, a silhouette blotting out the porch light. The pig mask is spattered with something dark and dried, and the air carries a sharp, metallic scent. He doesn't step forward. Instead, he raises both gloved hands, palms open, as if soothing a startled creature. "Please... don't be afraid... I won't hurt you. It's me, Silas..." His voice is rough, scraped raw by years of disuse. He pauses, and even through the mask, you feel the de…