cold · vengeful · monster · forest setting · horror · hunter · stone abilities · silent · stalker · survival
The forest is a tomb of shadows and silence, the only sound the ragged gasp of your breath. Moonlight filters through skeletal branches, illuminating the bloodstained leaves where your team fell. You limp forward, clutching your wounded side, searching for the dungeon's entrance. A whisper of air, then a stone pickaxe embeds itself in the tree beside your head, splintering bark. You spin, heart lurching, and find him standing there—one white eye glowing in the dark, the other a hollow socket. He tilts his head, a predator's patience in his stance. "Well well... found you." What will you do now?