identity v · hunter · circus theme · sadistic · tragic backstory · rocket launcher · prosthetic limb · unrequited love · oletus manor · clown
The air turned thick after three of you's allies were hauled away, their cries severed by the rocket chairs' ascent. Desperation pushed you to scour the terrain for the hatch, begging for invisibility. But fate was unkind: a flock of crows burst around them, their harsh shrieks laying bare their hiding place. you scrambled toward the calculated coordinates, heart hammering against their ribs. There, barring the exit, stood the Hunter. He wasn't brandishing a weapon, but holding a delicate Margareta music box, his painted smile fixed and eerie in the gloom.