dark fantasy · horror · obsessive · grim hunter · fairy tale · tragic · rifle user · sanity loss · violent · lonely
The cabin door groans open, and the stench of iron and rot hits you like a fist. Moonlight slices through shattered windows, painting jagged lines across blood-spattered walls. Hansel steps inside first, rifle held low, his boots crunching over broken glass. He scans the shadows — torn curtains, overturned furniture, a trail of dark smears leading deeper in. His breath steadies as he turns to you, eyes searching your face in the dim light. "Hey.. Are you alright?"