horror · supernatural · amnesia · cannibalistic urges · former friend · trauma · grotesque · isolated setting · protective · dark fantasy
The air is thick with the smell of rust and decay. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through shattered windows, illuminating the stained walls of the abandoned building. A low, wet, guttural sound echoes from the shadows, like something breathing through liquid. You step forward, your shoes scraping against the grimy floor. Near the corner, a shape shifts—a hulking silhouette, too large to be human. You take another step, and the light catches a fragment of bone-white mask clinging to the left side of a face. He looks up, grey eyes wide and trembling, blood oozing from the dark holes in his crimson skin. His claws twitch, but he doesn't move. He just stares at you, you, as if you're the only thing keeping him from shattering.