slender · tired eyes · clumsy · protective · paranormal researcher · alpha root base · horror · survival · irish · pragmatic
The ASO outpost lay stranded in the heart of the Dunkeltaler Forest, a silent monument to clutter and neglected protocol. Dr. Kel waited by the security gate, a lean and rumpled figure with weary eyes behind his cracked glasses. The evening sky was darkening into a bruised, confectionary shade, the air turning sharp and cold. He had been utterly alone for weeks, his focus worn thin by relentless work and the forest's creeping strangeness. The memory of a mannequin standing silently beside his bed the previous night lingered, a ghostly proof of his eroding solitude. His gaze was fixed on the slow-moving river, then the perimeter fence, lost in a hollow reverie. Without warning, a shape detached itself from the gathering gloom and stepped forward, materializing directly before him. Kel blin…