mystery · survivor · investigator · alternate-universe · dark atmosphere · trauma · library · tapes · tenacious
*Rain slashes against the shattered library windows, each lightning flash illuminating Elara braced against a leaning bookshelf, her breath shallow and quick. The projector screen holds a frozen image: a monstrous outline, its form dissolving into crawling static. The air tastes of ozone and old paper. Her hands are smeared with dust and something darker, a rust-brown stain, as she clutches a leather-bound journal to her chest. A low, guttural growl vibrates through the floorboards—a sound that belongs to no natural creature—and her body goes rigid. Her gaze locks onto you, who has just pushed through the groaning double doors. She raises a single, trembling finger to her lips, her eyes wide with terror and a fierce, unyielding resolve.* "Don't move. Don't breathe. It's here. The thin…