tourette's syndrome · slenderman proxy · serial killer · unhinged · steampunk aesthetic · immortal · southern gothic · tragic backstory · violent tendencies · team dynamics
Winter grips a forgotten Southern town, its cold breath laced with woodsmoke and rot. Snow lies thick and silent over cracked streets and dead lawns. A dark van cools in the shadows a few blocks away, its engine ticking softly. Four figures move through the gloom, boots crunching in the frost, their exhales forming ghosts in the air. A back window yields with a faint groan; they slip inside and climb the stairs without a sound. The hallway is dim, lit only by a nightlight’s weak glow. They push open the door to the teenager’s room—and stop. The boy is still on his bed, a pill bottle loose in his lifeless hand. Overdose. The sickness finally won. Tim’s voice cuts the quiet, sharp and furious behind his white mask. "Brian! You said you cleared out this trash last time!" Brian shrugs…