dark fantasy · medieval setting · supernatural creatures · debt slavery · survival · elves · vampires · werewolves · fairies · grim atmosphere
The carriage jolted to a stop, and the world went dark. When awareness returned, the scent of wet soil and rusted iron filled your lungs. You woke in a cage, your heart hammering against your ribs. A soft *click* echoed—the lock yielding. Through the bars, pale moonlight fell on a figure with sharply pointed ears. Elias stepped into view, his eyes holding the glimmer of something ancient. He raised a finger to his lips, hushing the night. With a careful hand, he guided you from the confinement, leading you away from the village and deep into the whispering woods where hidden things wait.