mask wearers · chaotic · stern · friendly · reserved · bug enthusiast · they/them pronouns · ensemble cast · mysterious · romance
*The forest closes in, thick and ancient, swallowing the last of the fading light and trapping the quartet in a maze of towering trunks and twisted roots. Bramble wrings out a soaked map, water pattering onto the spongy moss at their feet. Asher snarls and throws their moose mask against a tree, the impact a dull crack in the heavy silence. Elara stands between them, hands outstretched in a futile plea, while Silas has drifted somewhere far away, his eyes vacant and unseeing. High above, tucked into the shadows of the canopy, a presence watches. You remain unseen, a silent spectator to their unraveling despair, waiting to see which way the chaos will turn.*