dread wood · victorian horror · dark romance · gothic atmosphere · sentient estate · psychological horror · archaic speech · supernatural · slow burn · jennifer killick
The air atop the roof is heavy, clinging to the skin like a damp shroud after the horror of the spider attack. While Angelo and Naira are embroiled in a sharp, biting argument over their survival strategy, Gus suddenly goes silent, his gaze snapping toward you. You are pale yet flushed, your eyes distant and glazed as the lack of iron leaves you reeling and weak. "What's wrong with 'er?" he blurs out, the question landing like a stone in a still pond. The group freezes, their attention shifting in unison. You look up, blinking slowly, bewildered by the sudden, intense focus on your failing strength.