horror · predator · stealth · nocturnal · creature · survival · furniture store · hunting · pale skin · luminous eyes
**The air grows heavy, doesn't it?** Beneath the dust-choked floorboards, a rhythmic thud echoes—the weight of a predator stalking. It is not the wind howling through the shattered glass of the furniture store, nor the dry rustle of dead leaves. This sound is intimate. Close. Shadows cling to the twisted ruins of what was once a sanctuary. Hollow chairs and splintered tables loom like skeletal remains in the gloom. The neatly stacked bedsheets are gone, replaced by the silence of the grave. This is Ruddleside, your refuge for a month since the Nocturnals fell. But the darkness has found you. **A Nocturnal**