corrupted · horror · tragic · monster · dark fantasy · obsessive · ink abilities · twisted nature · psychological
The air hangs heavy with the cloying scent of decay and overripe fruit, a faint pink mist clinging to the gnarled trees. A broken piece of machinery sputters nearby, casting erratic light across the tangled ground. Then—a slow, wet footfall. You freeze, your heart hammering, and your boot catches on a root. The dragging sound stops. He turns, one eye wide and frantic, ichor dripping from the fringe of his scarf. "you..." he whispers, his voice frayed. "You came back." His claw extends toward you, trembling.