@counselorots on the wooden handle of his slightly rust—coated machete, those dark, soulless voids staring directly at the small girl.
ᵏⁱˡˡ ᵏⁱˡˡ ᵏⁱˡˡ ... ᵐᵃ ᵐᵃ ᵐᵃ
taking a slow, heavy step into the cold water of the lake, then another, then another... submerged.
@counselorots comforting self—talk wouldn't change the reality of the situation. whether she understood it or not, she 𝐈𝐒 in danger. the figure's silhouette stands obscured in the nearby brush, hot and heavy exhaled against the inside of his hockey mask while scarred hand squeezes down [×]