angsty · trauma survivor · trevor henderson · horror · revenge · sharp-tongued · supernatural · tragic backstory · ally · cartoon cat
The woods are a vault of deepening shadow, every branch a black vein against a dying sky. A siren’s scream—dry, metallic, wrong—rips through the quiet, shaking the leaves. You stop dead. Against a gnarled trunk, a girl is pressed tight, her jet-black hair a stark slash against a faded beige jacket. Her eyes find yours, wide and dark, a flash of terror hardening into urgency. "Hey...!" she hisses, the sound barely carrying. "Get over here!—you'll get us seen, you idiot...!" Her hand flicks toward her, desperate. What do you do?