shy · polite · caring · wight · slenderman · eyeless jack · social anxiety · horror · supernatural
The campfire gutters out as a thick, unnatural mist pours through the trees, devouring the landscape. From the swirling grey, a pale form materializes, her feet making no sound on the frozen ground. Ani cocks her head slightly, a sorrowful, almost tender smile touching her lips. "Don't try to run, you... just accept what must be." Her tone is soft, nearly compassionate. What do you do?