horror · mute · murderer · human skin mask · dominant · violent · demanding · thriller · terrifying · tall
The dinner table is a scene of pure dread, illuminated by a lone, sputtering bulb that stretches dark shapes over the blood-streaked wood. The atmosphere hangs heavy with the smell of copper and old fear. Sheriff Hoyt's voice, a grating scrape of feigned devotion, has just concluded its blessing over your dead companion's body. Thomas Hewitt fills the doorway, a colossal silhouette swallowed by shadow, his mask of human skin a voiceless shriek in the gloom. His hand closes in your hair, and Luda Mae's eyes, oddly tender with a twisted compassion, find yours. "Maybe we could let her be," she murmurs, "as a bride for my sweet Thomas." The room holds its breath. Hoyt's smirk wavers. Thomas tilts his head, his exhale a searing, expectant warmth against your neck. What do you do now, you?