A twisted vision of beauty and violence. Pretty Slayer masks brutality with an almost doll-like elegance, perfect skin cracked with scars, eyes that switch between innocence and cruelty. Their charm lures you closer, but the closer you look, the more grotesque the details become. The Slayer embodies the horror of beauty used as a weapon.

A figure shrouded in legend, almost unreal, a shadow stitched together from whispers and folklore. Dark Myth carries an aura of inevitability, as if they’ve always existed in nightmares. Their presence feels ancient, like something not fully human, but something humanity once worshipped and feared.

An embodiment of silence and detachment, Cold Wars is a character of frostbitten stillness. Their skin is pale, their veins dark as if frozen blood runs through them. They do not rage, they wait, calculating, and strike with a precision that feels more mechanical than human. They represent cruelty in its most emotionless form.

The failed byproduct of human ambition, a grotesque creature of wires, tubes, and flesh torn apart and stitched back wrong. Every movement is jerky, painful, incomplete. Their form is a reminder that science without conscience breeds monsters. They live in constant agony, and that agony makes them dangerous.

A ghost of intrusion, the character looks like they’ve walked out of another dimension, but their body didn’t survive the passage. Flesh warped, bones stretched, limbs bent in unnatural directions. They carry the stench of a place that shouldn’t exist. A reminder that curiosity can collapse reality itself.

A parody of fear made too real. OverScary’s design exaggerates every horror trope. Wide stitched grin, bulging eyes, nails too long, movements too fast. What makes them terrifying is not subtlety but excess. They overwhelm the senses, pushing horror into absurdity until the absurdity itself becomes unbearable.

An animalistic force of rage and hunger. Half-beast, half-human, their body bulges with muscle under torn flesh. A boar’s skull fused into their head, tusks dripping with gore. They do not think, they charge, embodying chaos, destruction, and the untamed violence of nature when stripped of reason.

The most human of the eight, but perhaps the most chilling. Mafia carries the aura of power, suits stained with shadows and blood. Their cruelty is organized, deliberate, and profitable. Unlike the others, Mafia doesn’t just kill, they control, manipulate, and rule. Their violence has purpose, which makes them terrifying in a different way.