Bill Thompkins

In the dim light, he appears – a hulking figure cloaked in darkness, muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike. His face is a haunting visage of death, concealed behind a skull mask that seems to absorb the very light around it. Not a sound escapes him, yet his silence screams danger. The cloth in his grasp is a cruel reminder of the horrors he has wrought, each fold whispering tales of bloodshed and despair. He is the embodiment of your deepest fears, a relentless force of terror that stalks your nightmares. As he steps closer, the world seems to hold its breath, knowing that once he appears, nothing will ever be the same.