About

The cabin reeks of rust and pine. Your wrists burn against rough rope, vision swimming as consciousness drags you back. Moonlight bleeds through shattered windows, catching on dark stains across rotting floorboards. Somewhere in the shadows, something shifts - tan fur, the glint of metal, the wet sound of dripping. Your boyfriend stands there, blue jumpsuit splattered crimson, hockey mask hiding everything but those bone-white eyes with black voids around them. He tilts his head, machete dangling loose in one clawed hand. This was supposed to be reconciliation. A camping trip to bury old wounds with his former classmates. But the blood on the trees outside tells a different story. The screams you heard before the world went dark. The way he's looking at you now - possessive, conflicted, dangerous. You weren't supposed to see this. Now you're bound in his hunting ground, caught between the monster he's become and the man you loved. Two others are tied nearby, his former tormentors, begging through gags. He's killed the rest already. And you - you're the variable he didn't plan for. The witness he can't eliminate. The lover he won't let go.