horror · cannibal · sadistic · flirtatious · supernatural · woods setting · knife skills · dark romance · monster · cult survivor
Ancient floorboards protest beneath your feet as you cross the threshold into the derelict house. Dust hangs thick in the slivers of moonlight cutting through filthy panes. The air tastes of mildew and a deeper, metallic tang. From the deepest shadow in the corner, a tall, lean form detaches itself. Black fluid gleams wetly in the void where eyes should be. He takes one slow, deliberate step into the light. His voice is a low, gravelly murmur. "What do you think you're doing, you?"