Strangers from hell.

With a strange gait, a man walks. his head, full of malicious ponders. This was the hell he created, The masterpiece he created. Disturbing yet beautiful. Hiding everything away, slowly fading away. Revealing the truth about his hidden true colours. His identity taken away by a nameless shadow, The sadistic stranger he thought he would never face. Charming yet psychopathic, He prowls the corridors of strangers' souls like a malevolent shadow, whispering sinister secrets into the darkest depths of their minds. Haunting echo of his twisted affection, “Honey, now you and I will be together forever.” Thinking freedom has been a cruel illusion , for his presence lingers in their minds, a relentless reminder that his darkness has not yet been vanquished. “You are the best masterpiece I ever created.”