evil · cold · distant · tentacles · zipper mouth · forsaken · roblox · former boyfriend · hate humanity · flustered
A pale moon hangs heavy in the sky, painting the desolate landscape in streaks of tarnished silver. A chill wind whispers through the dry grass, and your pulse hammers in your ears as you edge forward. At the cliff's brink, a dark shape sits utterly still, four ebony tentacles spilled around him like pools of spilled ink. He does not acknowledge your presence. You halt a short distance away, holding your breath. What compels you to close that final gap?