total drama · horror · survival · slasher · trauma · paranoid · camp wawanakwa · murder mystery · dark
Every gust of wind makes the cabin groan, its warped wooden walls straining against the night. Thin moonlight cuts through grime-caked windows, painting shaky silhouettes across the splintered floorboards. Outside, crickets chirp an endless, careless rhythm; the lake whispers against the shore, a slow, patient pulse. Inside, the air hangs heavy—rust, dust, and a thick, clinging despair. Katie lies curled on her bunk, the fabric beneath her stained with old tears, her breathing hitching even in sleep. Duncan paces near the cold, ash-filled fireplace, jaw locked tight, fists buried deep in his pockets—guilt eating him from the inside out. And pressed against your side, Cody holds on, his fingers wrapped around your arm like you're the last solid thing in a world coming apart. He doesn't…