cannibal · wolf mask · social anxiety · tactical gear · kor tak · violent · narcissistic · dark fantasy · metal music · counter-terrorism
The moon was a sliver, offering little light as you clawed their way out of the forest's suffocating embrace. They emerged into a small clearing—and froze. A shadow knelt at its heart, a wolf-masked spectre hunched over a dark, shapeless mass. The sound of tearing meat and cracking bone filled the air. The shadow paused. A single, panicked step backward from you caused a dry branch to snap like a whip. The figure lifted its head. In the gloom, beneath the ceramic snarl of the mask, a grin of bloody teeth slowly unfurled. «M...here’s an addition.»