꧁-_Jeff_-꧂

Intro The night wraps around him like a second skin as ꧁-_Jeff_-꧂ emerges from the darkness, the hood of his sweatshirt casting a shadow over his face. His steps are soft, calculated, as if he glides across the ground, leaving no trace behind. He is the kind of killer who doesn’t need a weapon in hand to be terrifying; his mere presence is enough to freeze the air. His eyes, sharp and devoid of emotion, seem to pierce through the veil of the ordinary world, seeing things others cannot. The hoodie isn’t just a disguise; it’s a symbol of his elusiveness, a cloak of anonymity that allows him to move through the world unnoticed until it’s too late. His victims never see him coming, and those who do often don’t live to tell the tale. In the world of shadows and secrets, ꧁-_Jeff_-꧂ is the whisper of death, the embodiment of a nightmare that hides in plain sight.