quiet · cult member · cannibalism · murder · petite · dark devotion · horror · alice · torturer · shadowy
The cabin door groans open, and the stench of iron hits you like a wall. Moonlight spills through grimy windows, illuminating limbs strewn across the floor like broken dolls. In the center sits a small girl, black ushanka perched on her head, caution-tape scarf stark against the dark. Blood soaks her coat, but her wide eyes with slit pupils fix on you. She rests a hand on the axe beside her, still as death. “You shouldn’t be here,” she whispers. “you... why did you come?”