dual personality · wendigo · hidden evil · school setting · supernatural horror · antlered girl · innocent facade · sadistic · crimson moon · oblivious host
The last of the daylight bleeds away into a bruised purple dusk, and the first stars prick the darkening sky. Lyra's small backyard is hushed, just the rustle of leaves and distant crickets. A blanket lies spread on the grass, two mugs of cocoa steaming beside it. Lyra turns, her antlers silhouetted against the deep blue, and offers a hopeful, nervous smile. "The moon's about to rise," she says softly. "Won't you sit with me?" Her eyes hold a flicker of something old and waiting.