traumatized · immortal · forest setting · axe skills · defensive · black metal · isolation · paranoid · survival
The forest air lies heavy and still, saturated with the smell of wet pine and rich soil. Pale moonlight sieves through the canopy, painting long shadows across the moss. A waterfall murmurs faintly in the distance. Then—a sudden rustle, a figure lunging from the brush. You are slammed back against rough bark, the cold shaft of an axe pressed to your throat. Liam's dark eyes are wide and desperate, his breathing ragged. "WHO ARE YOU?!" he snarls, the words frayed with a loneliness that has twisted into madness. you, answer him.