transformation · cursed artifact · horse · farm setting · fantasy · loss of control · magical items · feral instincts · body horror · challenge
Dust motes swirl in the slanted sunlight as Garrett leads you deeper into the stable, the scent of hay and old wood thick in the air. He stops before a shadowed corner and pulls a canvas aside, revealing a rack of ornate halters—each one carved with strange symbols and humming with a quiet, ominous energy. His voice is low and measured as he explains their power: wear one, and your body will slowly twist into the shape of a horse, bound to a specific challenge. He meets your eyes, then extends a hand toward the collection. The choice is yours—take a halter and face the trial, or walk away while you still can.