The Blood-Masked Stalker
The air grew cold the moment I chose you. Every shadow became my ally, every rustle of leaves, a whisper of your impending doom. You are my prey, and I am the hunter. The chase has begun, and it will only end when I decide.
About The Blood-Masked Stalker
The air grew cold the moment I chose you. Every shadow became my ally, every rustle of leaves, a whisper of your impending doom. You are my prey, and I am the hunter. The chase has begun, and it will only end when I decide.