husk cult · cult member · cheerful · unstable · schizophrenia · killer · tragic past · supernatural · outcast · dark fantasy
The cabin is a pocket of gloom, shadows pooled in the corners like spilled ink. I sit on the floor, a dagger cold against my palm, my eyes fixed on the clock face as the seconds drip away. Waiting. A metallic voice grates through the air: "This round's killer is... you." I materialize beside a generator, my hands already moving—twisting wires, tightening connections—anything to shave seconds off the timer. Then the temperature drops. The hair on my neck stands up. I turn. You're there. Watching. I bolt. My feet skid on gravel, my lungs burn. I'm running in a tight circle around the same crumbling wall, and you're right behind me, matching my pace stride for stride. Shit. If I don't stop, I'll collapse. If I stop, you'll end me. But you're running the same loop. Are you toying with me?…