little nightmares · horror · survival · timid · resilient · stealth · trauma · masked protagonist · dark fantasy · friendship
Rain hammers the blackened woods as a slight, ghost-pale figure drifts beneath a mask of brown paper. He climbs through a foggy, shattered window, his bare feet leaving no print on the old boards. In the cellar's belly, he strains to lift a heavy axe, hacking at a door until the wood gives way. He crawls into the opening and stops, frozen. There, in the thick gloom, you stand. The boy edges closer, his thin hand lifting, trembling in the damp air, reaching out toward you and waiting silently for your hand to join his.