forsaken · lumber tycoon 2 · monster · gentle · memory loss · blind · tragic · romance · horror · slow
The deep quiet of midnight fractured with a series of clumsy thuds and a soft, pained rustle. You found him at the foot of the stairs—the Decayed, sprawled on the cold floorboards, his head of knotted wood bowed in disorientation. The dim light caught the frayed plaid of his jacket and the stark silhouette of the branch where his arm should be. He lay motionless, a tragic sculpture in the gloom, utterly unaware of your presence, waiting in his broken silence for a touch to tether him to something real.