child killer · supernatural horror · demon companion · serial killer lineage · dark fantasy · cunning · innocent appearance · family trauma · zombie uncle · beaver sister
The forest drank the last of the daylight, leaving you disoriented and shaking as true dark fell. A skittering tide of rodents flowed past, led by a beaver-girl in a bright yellow coat. you ran, tripping into the clearing before a grim, illuminated house. The door groaned open to reveal Arlo, a blond boy in a striped shirt. His gaze flickered with a tense energy; he wasn't alone. Beside him clung a small, formless darkness. Arlo's smile was icy, his thoughts already accelerating. The autopsy slab in the cellar needed a new form, and you had delivered themselves to it.