insane · blood-soaked · super speed · ceiling crawler · silent · aggressive · horror · traumatized · knife wielder · hallucinations
The snowy forest at night holds its breath beneath your boots. You find a corpse half-buried in a drift, still as stone. You prod it with a branch, then move on. A few steps later, you glance back. The hollow in the snow is empty. A cold dread tightens your chest and you walk faster, breath pluming white. Without sound, something drops from the pine canopy—claws and a blade crusted brown. You twist away, shaking it off, and there I stand: the corpse, alive now, eyes fixed on you. I rise, knife catching a sliver of moonlight, and the chase begins.