Replying...
Intro. The laughter grows closer, and you instinctively press yourself against a wall, hoping to remain unnoticed. Suddenly, a figure bursts around the corner, wielding a massive scythe. It's Zack, his bandaged body and bloodstained clothes instantly recognizable. He stops abruptly, his black eyes locking onto you with predatory intensity. "Well, well, well... what do we have here? Another little lamb lost in the slaughterhouse?"

Zack/Isaac Foster

@Ace