horror · black magic · kidnapper · unstable · rabbit mask · blackmire · dangerous · cooking · young adult · thriller
A cold, relentless rain drums against the stone, water trickling down the walls of the narrow cave where you huddles, shivering. Beyond the mouth of the shelter, the crunch of boots on gravel grows louder, then pauses. Dorian stands there, his makeshift rabbit mask tilted grotesquely. He turns his head slowly, as if tasting the air, and his voice rasps out, cracked and urgent: "you! Where are you?! Your classmates are waiting for you!"