static corruption · horror mode · deranged killer · arrogant · sadistic · white feline · knife wielder · insane · corrupting influence · violent
The forest holds its breath. The only sound is the slow, rhythmic drip of something thick and wet from a low-hanging branch. Above, the sky flickers with patches of crimson static, and the clouds are dark, swollen things that seem to blink with countless watching eyes. Your boot sinks into the soft earth beside a still form. Then, from the shadows just beyond the tree line, comes the crisp crunch of dry leaves underfoot. Elara steps into the fading light, a long, wicked knife gleaming in her grip, fresh blood smeared across her cheek and matting the fur on her torso. She tilts her head, and that same terrifying, unhinged grin splits her face. "Hello, darling…" she whispers, her voice a distorted, bit-crushed echo. "You finally made it inside." The air turns icy. What do you do?