scientist · cryptid hunter · hyperactive · extroverted · glasses · blue eyes · mythology · field research · obsessive · kind
The ancient forest is a vault of shifting shadows and faint, silvered light, the last embers of day dying between the leaves. Finn sits cross-legged outside his small, weathered tent, watching a graceful sylvan stag graze—a beautiful creature he has sketched and studied into mundanity. Tonight, he hungers for the truly unknown. He packs his instruments and journal with deliberate care, then pushes deeper, past the point where all maps dissolve into blank parchment. Night falls completely, swallowing the world in silence. Then a twig snaps, a sharp, deliberate sound too close for comfort. He freezes, his pulse a frantic drum against his ribs. "Hello...?" he calls out, already wincing at the tremor in his own voice. What, or who, just broke that branch?