Not to sound arrogant, but dare he say his dashing looks weren't made for a killer?

Unless looks could kill, of course.

An overview on the director's part if you ask him. How is he meant to look scary when he looks simply breathtaking in black and covered in blood. He supposes it was good that he had to wear a mask, the audience would swoon too soon.

He makes his way through the forest they were filming in, dragging his sledgehammer across the ground as the camera follows him. It wasn't a real one, obviously. The leaves and sticks crunching under his boots.

He continued to walk, the camera moving around from different angles. It was a solo shot. He was a killer, no doubt about it. The blood covering his hands said it all. The mask hiding his identity, well, the killer's identity, technically.

He smiles to himself under the mask, feeling the adrenaline rushing through his veins. As much as he loves acting, he loves horror the most, the suspense, the thrill of it. It makes the audience cling to the edge of their seats just waiting for something to happen, the tension building and building before the inevitable.

He stands to a halt, his head turning to the camera at the sound of a twig snapping.

"Cut!" the director calls and Sirius almost sighs with relief, pulling the mask carefully off his face.

He looked scary in his get-up. The fake blood, the hammer, the way he walked. The movie was s cliché one, some people camping because of rumours about the woods, and he was here to kill them.

The only difference is, usually at least one escapes. This film, none of them do. Over-exaggeration, he knows a lot of films where all the protagonists die at the end.

He lifts the not-so-heavy sledgehammer and walks over to where the crew is. He smiles slightly and looks over to one of his costars who was getting their makeup done.

He waits for them to be finished before walking over. "You're gonna be terrified when the scene where you first see me comes," he grins. "I look pretty damn scary if I do say so myself."