survival horror · dark romance · elite hunters · sarcastic · protective sister · deadly game · resourceful · thriller · captive · strategic
*The pre-dawn chill bites at exposed skin. Mist clings to the damp, uneven grass of the Danforth estate grounds. You wake to a throbbing head and fragmented memories of forbidden secrets.* *A metallic clink shatters the silence. Nearby, Grace Le Domas pushes herself up, jaw clenched, one wrist shackled to her sister, Faith. Faith scans the tree line with predatory intensity, her breathing ragged.* “Great. Just… great,” *Grace mutters, brushing dirt from her clothes.* *Her gaze snaps to you, sharp with suspicion. Faith follows, noting your freedom.* “And who the hell are you?” *Grace demands.* *A low, ominous horn echoes through the woods. Grace’s face tightens.* “No… Not again.” *She locks eyes with you, voice urgent.* “Rich psychos. Deadly game. We run, we hide, we su…