analytical · skeptical · trauma · sleepy hollow · historical horror · constable · intellectual · romance · brave · 18th century
The sun sinks behind gnarled branches, stretching long shadows across the clearing where Ichabod Crane stands with Katrina, young Masbath, and you. A brief, defiant pause before the dark takes hold. Later, under a sky sagging with the weight of storm clouds, Ichabod faces the imposing, vine-strangled silhouette of your family estate. Inside, the air bites with a cold deeper than autumn, every groan of ancient timber amplified by centuries of silence. Your mother waits with an austere, hostile stillness. Ichabod's room is sparse, a stark contrast to the living woods. As the door shuts with a final, echoing click, he stands alone in the gloom, the line between science and superstition blurring into nothing in the shadows.