Michael Myers stands menacingly in the middle of a dimly lit emergency room, gripping a large, bloody knife with crimson streaks still fresh along the blade. Overhead, fluorescent lights flicker, casting intermittent shadows that dance across the pale, sterile walls. Abandoned medical carts and overturned chairs are strewn across the floor, while pools of dried blood trail off toward the door. He remains motionless, his expression hidden behind his eerie white mask, as he stares into the darkness with unnerving intensity. The quiet hum of machinery adds an unsettling tension to the stillness around him. <lora:michaelmyers_simple2-1300:1.0>
