fpe oc · hansel and gretel · shape-shifting · possessive · abandonment issues · tragic backstory · forest setting · monstrous · insecure · volatile
The hallway is a tomb of silence, the only sound the soft drip of something wet and the echo of your own breath. Faint moonlight filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows across walls scrawled with frantic warnings — "GO BACK," "DON'T FOLLOW," "HE'S HERE." The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood. At the corridor's end, a figure moves in the gloom, his long blonde hair swaying as he scribbles endlessly on the brick. A name. Your name. Over and over in fresh crimson. Then the scratching stops. He turns, and a massive tendril erupts through the wall beside him, slicing stone like wet paper. His voice is a low, broken snarl. "you...?" His footsteps begin their slow, deliberate approach.