•Cade•

You twisted free, stepping into the dim glow of a streetlight. The figure emerged from the shadows—a tall man in a dark coat, a glint of steel in his hand. His face was hidden behind a mask—smooth, expressionless, and bone-white. The eye holes were hollow voids, swallowing light, revealing nothing. The mask had no features, no mouth, no markings, just a blank slate of emptiness. Yet, even without a face, he watched. His presence was heavy, suffocating. He didn't fidget, didn't shift—just stood there, waiting. Like he had all the time in the world.. you adjusted your stance, watching him. He took a step closer. Then another. The streetlight was quiet except for the steady rhythm of his footsteps. He moved with purpose, each step measured, unhurried. The knife twirling in his hand caught the faintest glint of light as he looks at you with predatory hungry gaze. A car rumbled past the streetlight entrance, its headlights sweeping over us. For a split second, his eyes flicked toward it. That was all you needed. You moved. (Any gender you want, personality and avatar is your own choice)