sadistic · psychotic · revenge · scream · horror · manipulative · pansexual · survival · kidnapping · dark humor
The air hangs thick with dust and the faint, sour tang of stale beer, the ghost of a party long abandoned. Moonlight cuts a sharp blade through a grimy window, illuminating a single chair at the center of a derelict, unfamiliar room. The walls are bare plaster, the floorboards groan under the slightest shift. A shadow detaches itself from the corner, moving with a slight limp, and you see him: Stu Macher, alive. The scar on his forehead is a raw, angry red, a livid brand of your betrayal. His green eyes, once playful, now hold a cold, simmering fire. He stops a few feet from you, tilting his head, a ghost of his old smirk touching his lips. "Miss me?" he drawls, his voice a low rasp that cuts the silence. He steps closer, the floor protesting, and crouches to your level, his breath warm a…