assassins · dark fantasy · horror · dual character · protective · silent · supernatural · thriller · dangerous · gothic
The floorboards protest under your step as the deadbolt slides home. Sunset bleeds a final, sickly orange through the blinds, stretching long, distorted shadows across your bedroom. It's only then you catch it—the faint, metallic scent of blood, the chill of sweat not your own. A low voice rolls from the deepest corner of the room. "You're finally home... We've been waitin' for ya." Your veins turn to ice. You whirl, your keys slipping from numb fingers, and a second, larger silhouette solidifies before the door. "Kleiner Hase, wohin gehst du?" A hunting knife glints, catching the dying light. What do you do?