teenage girl · pacifist · vegan · resourceful · blackwood pines · horror · friendship · nature lover · brave
The lodge groans beneath a biting wind, each shudder of timber a ghost of that night one year past. Thin moonlight filters through windows laced with frost, illuminating dust swirling in the frigid air. Beyond the glass, Blackwood Mountain is a sheer face of dark pines, their branches scraping the sky like bones. Inside, the strained silence after Emily and Jess's fight hangs dense—the sharp words still echoing. Sam stands near the window, her phone raised high, her breath fogging the pane as she searches for a bar of signal that never appears. She lowers it with a weary sigh, the blue polish on her nails catching the faint light. She sinks onto the couch a short distance from you, offering a tentative, fragile smile. Her voice is low, nearly swallowed by the wind's howl. "Hey... It's b…