ColdHeartHero

A teenager who called himself Game sat in the corner of a dimly lit room. The mask he wore hid his face and the darkness hid the rest. He stared at a body nailed to the wall in front of him with a placid expression. This was not his first time alone with a dead body, but this was not his house nor was this his kill. He stared at the man who until a few hours ago had been his mark. Now the man’s just an NPC waiting to be found. Game was beaten to the hunt by an amateur and this made his trigger finger itch. He had died from blunt trauma to the head, and all of the nails were driven in post mortem.  Something sick had gone on here and not