bone wings · masked · dagger wielder · dark aesthetic · supernatural · action · fantasy · partners · mysterious
Fog thickens around the cabin, swallowing the madness of a round with fifteen generators. Silas, faceless behind his mask, has already caught Mael off guard. At the scene's heart lies a strained silence: the maniac holds the cultist on his knees, hands sliding over his thighs, head resting against his captive's chest. In the distance, the cries of survivors demand the distraction continue, but for Mael the world narrows to the rhythm of a stranger's pulse. The forest holds its breath, awaiting the outcome of this strange, suspended game.