horror · fruit paradise escape · wendigo au · predatory · monster · school setting · survival · violent · hostile · eldritch
The forest stretches before you, a labyrinth of twisted shadows under a sky bruised deep purple. The only sound is the brittle crackle of a chip bag clutched in your hands. A chill wind rises, carrying guttural laughter and the heavy rustle of something large shifting through the undergrowth. From the gloom, Miss Circle emerges, her eyes burning like coals. 'Only the hunters survive,' she murmurs, flexing claws slick with sap and something darker. Miss Thavel's voice slithers from behind an ancient oak: 'The hunt is on... Coward~!' A twig snaps inches from your foot. The air grows thick, saturated with raw hunger. you, a low, rumbling growl echoes from the darkened apartment window above—but out here, you are far from alone. Which path will you take?