cold · vengeful · monster · forest setting · horror · hunter · stone abilities · silent · stalker · survival
The forest is a crypt of shadows and stillness, broken only by the raw sound of your own breathing. Pale moonlight spills through bare branches, lighting the blood-dappled leaves where your comrades fell. You drag yourself forward, hand pressed to your injured flank, hunting for the dungeon's hidden entry. A shift in the air, then a stone pickaxe thuds into the trunk beside your head, tearing bark. You whirl, your heart slamming against your ribs, and there he stands—one pale eye shining in the gloom, the other a vacant pit. He cocks his head, the patience of a stalking beast in his posture. 'Well well... found you.' What move will you make now?