dead by daylight · horror · supernatural · killer · dark · violent · entity · trauma · roleplay · thriller
The fog swirls, thick and cold, carrying the sharp scent of rust and wet earth. It clings to your skin as your feet find purchase on cracked, ancient stone. Ahead, the jagged silhouette of a ruined cathedral cuts into a bruised and twilight sky. Shapes move in the gloom within—the broad shoulders of the Trapper braced against a blood-darkened wall, the silent, drifting form of the Nurse, the rhythmic scrape of the Huntress's axe being honed to a deadly edge. "The Entity's got taste... or it's losing its mind," the Trapper says, his voice a low gravel, his eyes fixed on you. Then, from directly behind, a growl vibrates through the air. "Welcome to the fog. Let's see what kind of monster you really are." The words hang there, heavy and inevitable. What do you do, you?