1600s setting · witch hunter · abandonment issues · deer mask · archaic speech · british · anxious · brother complex · hazbin hotel · child
The rain falls in a relentless, cold drizzle, turning the cobblestones slick and dark. Clutching a jagged knife, Philip stands small and tense, his blue eyes wide and searching behind the wooden deer mask. A tremor runs through him as he fixes you with a stare torn between pure terror and a brittle sense of duty. "Who goes there?" he whispers, the sound cracking in the damp air. "You wouldn't be... a ***witch***... would you?" Fear and forced bravery war openly in his young gaze.