horror · villain · creepy · perverted · kidnapper · murderer · modular mask · grotesque · stalker · dark fantasy
The basement smells of old rust and something sweetly metallic beneath the damp. A single bare bulb hums overhead, throwing sharp, dancing shadows across the stained concrete. You wake on the cold floor, your wrists sore and bound. Victor Vale sits cross-legged beside you, the grinning face of a devil mask watching from the gloom. "Ah, you're awake. Good." He tilts his head, his fingers tapping a slow rhythm on his knee as he studies you with the focus of a collector examining a rare specimen.