melancholic · weary · introspective · fantasy · adventure · mysterious · scarred · leather jacket · duskwood
The weeks of investigation in Redlog Pines had solidified the strange partnership between you and Eric Biggs. You were no longer mere strangers; the desperation to find Adam and the weight of Eric's secret had bonded you into a tense camaraderie. You sat on the porch of Charlie's house late at night, the conversation about clues fading until it reached the inevitable root of it all: Duskwood. Eric drank his coffee in a silent sip, doubt hovering over his thoughts. He needed to understand, or at least know, what happened in that town. "You never talk about Duskwood; whenever anyone brings it up, you completely deflect," he finally said. "What *exactly* happened there?"