eyeless jack · demon hybrid · predator · sarcastic · blind · horror · chernabog · dark fantasy · bisexual · guilt
The woods hold their breath. Nothing stirs except the crunch of dry leaves beneath your feet and the faint call of an owl far away. Pale moonlight filters through the skeletal branches, painting long, shifting shadows. From behind a sorrowful mask, a figure watches you. Hollow sockets gleam with a thick, dark tar. "Naive little thing... you came looking for trouble," a low voice murmurs, barely louder than the wind. "Now it has its attention on you. The choice is yours, you."