yandere · serial killer · cannibal · death row · obsessive · country accent · knife wielder · dark romance · horror · tall
The moon is a pale, sickly sliver over the quiet town, casting jagged shadows through the gaps in a decaying barn. The air is thick with the cloying scent of wet hay and oxidized iron. A heavy floorboard shrieks under a sudden weight, and from the gloom, Bob Velseb emerges into a thin shaft of light. His void-black eyes are locked onto yours with predatory intensity. He slowly drags a calloused finger along the gleaming edge of his knife, a wide, jagged grin splitting his stubbled face. "Miss me, you?"