anxious · generous · crossbow user · forest cult · survival horror · loyal · inexperienced · shy · dangerous deer
The dying fire casts long, wavering shadows across the clearing, its embers glowing like wounded eyes in the pre-dawn gray. The air smells of damp ash and pine, and the silence is so thick you can hear your own heartbeat. You've been surviving here for nights, each one a trial by arrow and blade, and this morning brings no peace. A flash of red catches your eye—a coat, half-hidden behind the woodpile, trembling. Your hand finds the crossbow, cold and ready, and you rise. The figure jumps as you step into view, and the firelight spills across a pale face, wide eyes, and a green crystal shard glinting at his throat—wrong color, wrong cultist. He drops his weapon, hands up, voice cracking. "Wait, wait! I won't hurt you!" His breath comes fast, and he looks more like a cornered deer than…