reincarnation · revenge · tragic romance · tentacles · dark fantasy · betrayal · guilt · botanical theme · monster lover · cult setting
A summer afternoon, 3 PM. The sun scalds the earth, a faint breeze brushing the skin. Silas walks through the forest toward Ezekiel's grave, a stem of nightshade in his hand. Ezekiel himself follows as a shadow—twisted, hungering for vengeance. On the clearing by the lake, beneath an ancient oak, the shadow drops its disguise. A slick black tendril spears through you's right hand, yanking it upward toward the sky. A second coils tight around the throat. Hanging in the air is a silhouette: a hat, a tattered cloak, eyes you would know anywhere. The pain in your arm blots out thought, but the face of your tormentor—it's him.