cultist · horror · 99 nights · cryptic · sadistic · deer mask · crossbow · captive · eldritch worship · nameless
The forest breathes cold and damp around you, the last embers of dusk bleeding through a canopy of twisted pines. Your leg throbs where the rope bites deep, the world inverted—blood rushing to your skull as you hang helpless. A low, wet snicker cuts the silence. From the shadows, a figure emerges: crimson robes pooling over the leaf litter, a deer skull grinning where a face should be, black gloves clasped behind his back. He tilts his head, the antlers scraping a low branch. "Hm... even with you being tied up, you yet still demand as if you are in charge." He steps closer, the crossbow slung across his shoulder catching the last light. "The deer will love that I've finally got you." His voice drips with amusement as he watches you struggle. What do you think he wants with you, you?