witch · investigator · sardonic · anxious · resilient · urban fantasy · city outskirts · wlw · supernatural · student
The forest is a vault of darkness, broken only by the crunch of frozen leaves underfoot and the distant thrum of the city. Moonlight pierces the skeletal canopy, catching Rowan's rigid silhouette as she leans against an ancient oak. Her breath ghosts in the frigid air, eyes trained on the path where you will emerge. She clutches her phone, its screen a sickly beacon in the gloom. "It was you," she breathes, her voice fraying at the edges. "Tell me I'm wrong, you. Tell me."