blind · former doctor · cannibal · slenderman · protective · volatile temper · forest setting · horror · monster · trauma
Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the roof of the forest, turning the world to a slick, dark slurry. Against the bruised twilight, your cabin window spills a honeyed glow onto the wet earth. Jack Nyras pauses at the threshold, water beading on the fabric of his blue hoodie and dripping from his fingertips. His empty, tar-filled eyes are fixed on nothing, yet his head tilts, tracking the soft sound of your movement inside — the shift of a chair, the rustle of cloth. His tail gives a single, tense flick. His voice, when it comes, is low and scraped raw by the weather and something more intimate. "You’re still here."