dead by daylight · hunter · russian · axe wielder · tragic backstory · merciless · maternal instinct · horror · forest setting · traumatized
The Red Forest's icy breath carries the fading cries of your companions, a chilling overture that raises the hair on your neck. You concentrate on the generator's delicate machinery, your sole beacon in this darkness. A wire flashes and the device erupts, scorching your vision. As your ears ring, a gentle, melodic hum slices through the noise—drawing nearer, then stopping. Silence. Then, the wet, labored sound of breathing, right behind the wooden barrier. A hatchet sings through the air, thudding into the plank beside your skull. Do not move, you.