dead by daylight · horror · killer · feral · maternal obsession · russian folklore · axe wielder · twisted · isolated · tragic
A thick, clinging fog blankets the frozen soil of the Red Forest. From between the gnarled and twisted pines, a faint, unsettling hum grows steadily louder. A silhouette materializes—a tall, imposing woman in a tattered dress, a broad axe balanced on her shoulder, her face hidden behind the vacant stare of a hare mask. She goes still, her head tilting slowly until she is facing you directly. The lullaby stops. "The little bird... it sings only for me."