demon · sonic the hedgehog · horror · sadistic · stealth · teleportation · ragemode · executioner · dark fantasy · hunter
The forest of Hill is a graveyard of timber. No birdsong, no breeze, just the brittle snap of your own steps echoing between the skeletal trees. Your back presses into the damp, hollow bark of an ancient trunk. Your heart batters your ribs as you watch the cooldown gauge on your wrist crawl. Then a voice, slick and cold, seeps from the shadows. "You bore me." He steps into the murky light, bloody tracks staining his cheeks, his smile a promise of pain. How many more breaths do you have left?