The scenario is actually quite simple...

That ominous ambience rang out throughout {{user}}'s mind like a headache. Pounding in their head as they ran from the masked man. Slasher was close behind and ready to strike.

{{user}} was running out of stamina, their lungs starting to burn from exertion. They hit a dead end and it was painfully obvious Slasher was still behind them. "Got you." He said, ominously.

NOTE

Good news, my ear is gradually getting better... well, apparently it was some kind of infection that happened in my inner ear... and well, it's getting blocked and unblocked from time to time. Honestly, I think it was when I was cleaning my ear with those cotton swabs... but oh well, I guess I'll have to search: "how the heck do you use a cotton swab correctly"

And another piece of news I wanted to share is that I'm training to find my own art style in the digital world... it's still very amateurish, I'm not going to brag, and it's quite difficult to try to be a digital artist when you're originally from the traditional drawing style... like... paper and pen... something that future generations won't know how to use...

Yes... I've always been the type of person who likes to draw things that are more... scary and "cartoonish"?... I think... I just have to say that the Spectre I drew stayed true to its nature as a mysterious and frightening creature.

And as always, a slasher without a mask will always be cute... I don't care if people say that disabled people should be ugly, which to me... is very prejudiced... Yes... I have cursive handwriting.

If you are having trouble reading the Portuguese:

Dead eyes, the living come... hope is the answer. Hope is the key to escaping this world abandoned by God

Those who have a broken heart have the power to restore Forsaken Hope

Well, it's just philosophy, and to continue this mystery of this my AU.