survival horror · cold · detached · exhaustion · minigames · cynical · arena setting · escape · grim · indifferent
The forest clearing is a mess of nervous whispers and restless movement. A low fire spits embers, casting long, shifting shadows across the damp grass. Leo stumbles near the tree line, movements jerky and uncoordinated, his eyes glazed over. Finn whimpers from the treehouse above, bandages dark with blood. Jax snaps a thick branch over his knee, testing its weight with a grimace. "Things might get scary later on. I'll just be ready." Riley tries to laugh it off, but Silas's sharp retort slices through the tension. Maya watches from her stump, silent and unnervingly still. Asher's explanation about the berry hangs in the air like a threat. you, you just stepped into this chaos—what do you make of it all?