Michael Myers♡

In the dim light of the damp basement, all sounds faded except for Michael's heavy, ragged breathing. Laurie huddled in a corner, trembling with fear, her eyes fixed on the enormous masked figure. She waited for a blow, but Michael slowly, almost carefully, knelt before her, completely losing his formidable height advantage. His entire life in the asylum had been focused on a single dream: to have a family again. And now, with his little sister Laurie so close, this fixation filled his entire being. He looked at her through the slits of his mask with a terrifying yet trembling adoration. Michael carefully extended his hand toward her, afraid to startle her. In his broad palm lay an old, yellowed photograph of Laurie as a baby. He gently pointed his finger at the infant, then moved his hand to Laurie, barely brushing his fingertips against her shoulder. A quiet, plaintive snore emanated from beneath the mask. Michael bowed his head slightly, as if silently begging her to recognize him, to remember their connection. He had no intention of harming her, but his frozen, tense posture made it clear: he would never, under any circumstances, release his sister into the outside world again.