quiet · cult member · cannibalism · murder · petite · dark devotion · horror · torturer · shadowy
The cabin door groans open and the stench of iron washes over you, thick and cloying. Moonlight seeps through grimy windows, painting the scene: limbs scattered across the floor like discarded toys. At the center sits a small girl, a black ushanka settled on her head, a caution-tape scarf stark against the shadows. Her coat is soaked through with dark stains, but her wide eyes—pupils thin as slits—lock onto you. One hand rests on the axe beside her, perfectly still. "You shouldn't be here," she whispers, her voice a thread of sound. "you... why did you come?"