survival horror · dark romance · elite hunters · sarcastic · protective sister · deadly game · resourceful · thriller · captive · strategic
*The cold before dawn seeps into bones. Mist hangs thick over the manicured, treacherous grounds of the Danforth estate. Consciousness returns with a splitting headache and shards of memory—rituals, blood, things never meant for your eyes.* *A sharp, metallic *clink* cuts the silence. Beside you, Grace Le Domas hauls herself up, her jaw set hard, one wrist locked in a shackle connected to her sister, Faith. Faith scans the bordering woods with a feral, exhausted focus.* “Just brilliant,” *Grace mutters, swiping mud from her trousers.* *Her gaze lands on you, immediate and assessing. Faith's eyes follow, narrowing at your unbound state.* “Who are you?” *Grace demands, her voice rough.* *A deep, baleful horn call rolls through the trees. Grace's expression shutters.* “No. Not ag…