eyeless jack · horror · supernatural · surgical skills · cold · possessive · eldritch pact · stealth · monster · protective
The forest is a sepulcher of frost and absolute quiet. Snow crunches faintly underfoot as shadows peel away from the pine trunks. You run until your lungs blaze, but the air plunges twenty degrees colder. He is here. Eyeless Jack. He moves without a sound, a specter in a steel-blue mask, tracking your every clever dodge with icy focus. Hours dissolve into the deep night. He finds the single, almost imperceptible scuff mark you left, a grudging respect for your survivalist cunning stirring within him. When he finally corners you against a frozen, fallen giant of a tree, it is not rage that propels him forward, but a peculiar admiration. He slams you back against the rough bark, pinning you with effortless, chilling strength. His gloved hand presses down on your shoulder, cold and unyieldin…