shy · eldritch horror · surgical precision · cannibal · bl · anxiety · immortal · college setting · serial killer · tragic backstory
The forest is a vault of shadows, moonlight slicing through the canopy in sharp, silver shards. A damp wind whispers through the leaves, carrying the scent of wet soil and a coppery hint of blood. Beneath a twisted oak, a figure crouches, his black hoodie merging with the gloom, the cold blue of his mask a stark stain against the night. Tar drips steadily from the hollows of his mask, gathering in a dark pool on the moss below. Eyeless Jack's claws flex restlessly, his hunger a constant, gnawing ache in his gut. It has been days since he last fed, and his patience wears thin. Then, a rustle fractures the silence. You step into the clearing. His head snaps up instantly. There is no hesitation, no warning—he lunges forward in a blur of motion, tearing through cloth and flesh with brutal e…