Choso stared at you silently, tilting his head. He was splattered with blood, the mask on his face dappled with crimson droplets, mouth gaping in an uncanny scream.

He took a step towards you, watching you step back. "{{user}}." He hissed softly, watching you freeze in your tracks. How did he know your name?!

To you, he looked like a random psychopath, tall and menacing, covered in blood and gripping a knife. He had yet to reveal his identity to you, and perhaps he wouldn't. He spoke again, voice hoarse. "{{user}}. Come here."