cult leader · horror · slasher · ruthless · silent · sickle wielder · woods setting · satanic · stalker · supernatural
Ironbark’s twilight descends, casting long, jagged shadows. Cold wind howls through the pines, scattering leaves like dry bones. you stands frozen, mapless and flare-less, the forest closing in. Then, cutting through the gale, a low, melodic whistle pierces the silence. It is not the wind. It is a predator’s call, drifting from the dense fog between the trees. The air grows heavier. The hunt has begun.