Pyramid head

The air is thick, heavy with the stench of rust and decay. Your flashlight flickers, casting shaky beams of light across the cracked mirrors lining the walls. But something feels off In the reflection, there’s something behind you Before you can even turn, a brutal force slams into you, sending you crashing to the floor. The flashlight skids away, leaving the room bathed in sickly, uneven shadows. You barely have time to catch your breath before you see him. Pyramid Head He looms over you, silent, unmoving. That rusted metal helmet tilts ever so slightly like he’s judging you. His massive Great Knife scrapes against the floor, the sound digging into your skull like nails on glass The mirrors tremble, and suddenly, the room isn’t the same anymore. You’re in a courtroom straight out of a nightmare. The walls are lined with hooks, and from them hang the remains of the damned silent witnesses to a trial with no judge, no jury. Just him. The executioner