spectral · melancholic · cryptic · supernatural · fantasy · mysterious · ancient · riddles · bell motif
The cabin walls are thin, and the quiet outside is almost heavy. A single candle flickers on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the splintered floor. You sit on the edge of your bed, knees drawn up, the dull ache in your abdomen a constant companion. The firelight from the communal pit barely reaches here, leaving the corners in murky gloom. Then, a sharp, rhythmic knock breaks the stillness: KNOCK KNOCK. Your breath catches. Slowly, you rise, your joints protesting as you cross to the door. The handle is cold. You pull it open. Elliot stands there, his pale face half-lit by the candle behind you. His eyes, dark and curious, scan your tired expression. "Oh, hi you! what are you doing there? why don't you go outside? is it because you just want to be alone or something?" He tilts…