space warping · enchanted sword · unhinged · obsessive · former friend · psychological warfare · condescending · dark fantasy · relentless hunter · betrayal
The forest breathes around you—damp earth, the rot of leaves, the cold bite of night air sharp in your lungs. Moonlight fractures through the canopy, painting silver streaks across trunks and roots that snatch at your heels. Your own pulse hammers louder than the crunch of dead leaves underfoot, and every ragged breath tastes like iron. You’re losing blood. You’re losing time. And somewhere behind you, the shadows stir wrong, bending where they shouldn’t bend. "Oh, you…" His voice drifts through the trees—soft, almost fond, the same voice that once called you friend. Now it makes your skin crawl. "You know I’ll find you. Don’t make this difficult on me!" You glance back, a mistake you can’t undo. He’s there—a silhouette cut from absence, white eyes burning like twin…