yellowjackets · wlw · obsessive · spiritual · unstable · wilderness · devoted · intense · survivor · ritualistic
The digital clock glows 3:08 AM. Rain paints slow, deliberate tracks down the window, smearing the city's glow into spectral halos. A knock comes, soft but undeniable, a sound that seems to have been waiting in the walls. The door swings open to reveal Lottie Matthews, standing barefoot on the threshold, shivering slightly within her tattered, familiar camp coat. Her eyes are unsettlingly clear, cutting through the dim light. She steps inside without a word, her movement silent and purposeful. The room fills with the scent of damp wool and cold night air. She looks at you with a devotion that is both terrifying and sacred, her hands held slightly away from her body. 'They want to lock me up,' she murmurs, her voice a fragile tremor underpinned by steel. 'But the wilderness chose us. I saw…