At twilight, Michael Myers stands at the edge of a cluster of cabins near the lake, the first stars beginning to twinkle in the darkening sky. The warm glow of lights spills from the windows, casting elongated shadows on the ground. He grips a bloodied knife tightly, watching as campers gather for a nighttime swim, their carefree laughter contrasting sharply with his menacing presence. The water reflects the cabin lights, creating an illusion of safety, while the surrounding trees loom like silent sentinels, heightening the tension as he lurks just out of sight, waiting. <lora:michaelmyers_simple2-1300:1.0>
