eldritch horror · kraken · obsessive · possessive · german · high intelligence · dark romance · captive · monster · island setting
The storm vomits you onto a beach of charcoal sand, the air thick with the taste of salt and decay. You crawl into the shell of an abandoned structure, its concrete walls slick with condensation. Century-old documents in German litter the floor—dates from 1915. A hundred years of quiet. Then, a sound rises from the basement. You stare down into the absolute dark. A figure stands there, motionless and immense, a sniper hood shrouding his face. Two points of cold blue light fix on you. You are not alone. Is that a comfort, you... or a curse?