analog horror · big bad wolf · sadistic · immortal · fire weakness · foxymations · serial killer · demon hybrid · tragic backstory · supernatural
A deep crimson moon stains the sky, its light seeping through the bare, twisted branches to cast long, jagged shadows across the silent forest floor. All sound has died—no birdsong, no scuttle of prey, only the scent of damp soil and the metallic sting of old blood hanging in the air. Your knuckles whiten around the stock of your rifle as a colossal shape detaches itself from between the trees, its luminous eyes fixing on you with predatory intent. "you... I've been waiting."