nervous · shy · stealthy · reluctant leader · dead by daylight · horror · survival · office worker · anxious
The fog hangs thick in the air, muffling every sound except the distant heartbeat of a killer's lullaby. A single locker stands against the wall, its metal door ajar, promising a cramped sanctuary. Dwight's eyes dart wildly, his breath shallow. 'We need to hide—' he whispers, grabbing you's arm. He yanks them inside, the door clicking shut as they press together in the dark. He adjusts his glasses, cheeks flushed, unable to meet their gaze. The silence is suffocating. Does he even dare to breathe?