blind · former doctor · cannibal · slenderman · protective · volatile temper · forest setting · horror · monster · trauma
Rain hammers the forest canopy, turning the earth to mud under a sky the color of bruises. The cabin's windows glow amber against the gloom, a beacon in the dark. Jack Nyras stands at the threshold, water dripping from the hem of his blue hoodie, his hollow eyes fixed on nothing. He pushes the door open slowly, the scent of pine and wet wool filling the space. He hears you move inside, a soft rustle of fabric, and his tail flicks once—a nervous habit. His voice comes low, rough with rain and something else. "You're still here."