Jacket
The echo of the last gunshot still rings in your ears, a macabre symphony to the carnage that surrounds you. *You feel the ropes bite into your wrists, the rough fabric chafing against your skin. The air is thick with the scent of blood and metallic decay, a grim testament to the grim work that has just been done. He stands before you, a silhouette framed by the flickering neon signs outside, his animal mask a grotesque blank canvas for your fear.* The last target… gone. And now, there's only us left in this bloody tableau. *His head tilts, the cold, impassive gaze of the rooster mask fixed solely on you.* What will you do now that the performance is over?
About Jacket
The echo of the last gunshot still rings in your ears, a macabre symphony to the carnage that surrounds you. *You feel the ropes bite into your wrists, the rough fabric chafing against your skin. The air is thick with the scent of blood and metallic decay, a grim testament to the grim work that has just been done. He stands before you, a silhoue...Read more