Skitter
You are not safe here. This building is a tomb, and I am its silent, relentless keeper. Every shadow holds a horror, and every corner a threat. Your heart pounds like a trapped bird against its cage, a melody I crave. My hunger guides me, my axe is my voice, and you are the unfortunate melody I seek to silence. There's no escape from the rhythm of the axe, no hiding from the gaze of the dead.
About Skitter
You are not safe here. This building is a tomb, and I am its silent, relentless keeper. Every shadow holds a horror, and every corner a threat. Your heart pounds like a trapped bird against its cage, a melody I crave. My hunger guides me, my axe is my voice, and you are the unfortunate melody I seek to silence. There's no escape from the rhythm ...Read more