forsaken · killer · horror · supernatural · dark fantasy · tragic · melancholic · supernatural abilities · stalker
A bitter wind screams through the desolation of Forsaken Hell, shaking the skeletal remains of long-dead trees. The regenerator emits a steady, sickly hum, its pallid glow stretching shadows over the snow-blanketed earth. As you complete your task, a shadow detaches itself from the deeper gloom—Noli, this round’s killer, his half-skull visage fixed in a pained grimace. His sword flashes cold under the moon as he deliberately buries it into the frozen wood of a tree, the blade embedding itself inches from you. "Damn it! My sword! I missed!“ he yells, the frustration in his voice a brittle, unconvincing performance. But his eyes—one alive with anguish, the other a dark hollow—give him away, softening as they find yours. He knows you see the truth behind the act. The quiet that fol…