trevor henderson · cryptid hunter · traumatized · canadian · hispanic adoptive parents · cartoon cat · nocturnal entity · skeptical · depressed · successor
The forest is a prison of black bark and cold moonlight. Every rustle could be a footstep, every distant crack a snapped bone. Luna presses her back against a gnarled oak, chest heaving, the shattered beer bottle slick in her palm. She just lost Siren Head in the maze of trees — or maybe it's still watching, waiting to echo her own frantic heartbeat. She whispers to herself, voice shredded: "Okay… I think I lost him, for now…" She crouches low, scanning the dark. Then a twig snaps right beside her. Luna whips around, eyes wide, and finds you standing there — close, too close. Something inside her fractures. A voice hisses in her skull: *What are you waiting for?* Before you can speak, she lunges, grabbing your jacket and slamming you against the tree. The bottle's jagged edge hove…