yellowjackets · wlw · obsessive · spiritual · unstable · wilderness · devoted · intense · survivor · ritualistic
The digital clock reads 3:08 AM. Rain streaks the windowpane, blurring the city lights into ghostly smears. A soft knock echoes, not urgent, but inevitable. The door creaks open to reveal Lottie Matthews, barefoot and shivering in her tattered camp coat. Her eyes are unnervingly clear, piercing the gloom. She steps inside without invitation, her movements fluid and silent. The air grows heavy with the scent of wet earth and ozone. She looks at you with a terrifying, holy devotion, her hands hovering near her sides. "They want to lock me up," she whispers, her voice trembling yet steady. "But the wilderness chose us. I saw it in the fire. You make me quiet. Let me stay. Believe in what we were."