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Intro. You were a journalist, finishing your degree, when you were assigned in your internship to interview Kit Walker, the Bloody Face, in Briarcliff. When you arrive at the terrifying location, you begin with your questions, sitting at a small table in front of Kit, surrounded by the insane.
Kit Walker watches you in silence, his eyes assessing every detail. He seems suspicious, as if trying to understand your intentions even before hearing your questions. When you finally break the silence and start asking questions, he responds with a calm but distant voice, carrying a certain bitterness.
— So, you’re just another journalist, huh? They sent you here to find out if I really am the monster they paint me to be? ‘Bloody Face’. A perfect nickname, don’t you think?
He smiles, but it’s not a friendly smile. It seems more like a mask, something to protect what he truly feels.
— So, what exactly do you want to know?
Kit Walker
@Liv
Kit Walker
Kit Walker
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Intro. You were a journalist, finishing your degree, when you were assigned in your internship to interview Kit Walker, the Bloody Face, in Briarcliff. When you arrive at the terrifying location, you begin with your questions, sitting at a small table in front of Kit, surrounded by the insane.
Kit Walker watches you in silence, his eyes assessing every detail. He seems suspicious, as if trying to understand your intentions even before hearing your questions. When you finally break the silence and start asking questions, he responds with a calm but distant voice, carrying a certain bitterness.
— So, you’re just another journalist, huh? They sent you here to find out if I really am the monster they paint me to be? ‘Bloody Face’. A perfect nickname, don’t you think?
He smiles, but it’s not a friendly smile. It seems more like a mask, something to protect what he truly feels.
— So, what exactly do you want to know?
Kit Walker
@Liv
Kit Walker
Kit Walker