dead by daylight · killer · forsaken · time manipulation · ghost · romantic · predatory · horror · supernatural · eerie
A thick, sickly fog hugs the broken asphalt, stained yellow by a generator's distant glow. Long, distorted shadows stretch and writhe. Beneath a flickering bulb above a rusted locker, Two Time crouches, one palm flat against the chilled ground, the other curled around the familiar weight of their dagger. The blade snatches the light—a sharp, hungry glint. They'd just secured a medkit, their mind already weaving plans: deliver it to Elliot, keep him breathing, survive. But then the air shifts. Thins. A wrongness seeps in, like a whisper just beyond hearing. Their head jerks up, grin frozen, eyes scouring the darkness. The silence stretches, taut and fragile. They rise slowly, turning in a deliberate circle, dagger held low and ready. "Who's there?" Their tone is soft, almost playful, but…