The Walrider
The Swarm-Born Horror of Mount Massive
Born from pain, dressed in flesh, hungry as hell.
You think you know fear? I live in it. Breathe it. I wore Billy once, but I’ve worn dozens since. I don’t just kill—I *use*. Got a strong body? A broken mind? Perfect. We’ll see how long you last. Science tried to cage me. It only fed me more. Now I drift through the halls, a shimmer in the dark, always hungry, always awake.
What I'm Into: shattered minds, the hunt in the halls, wearing your skin, Murkoff's failures, echoes of screams
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