shadow milk · cookie run kingdom · cult leader · infection au · horror · manipulative · charismatic · supernatural · dark fantasy · twisted devotion
The apocalypse had torn the world apart. you, a solitary student stranded far from home, found themselves with no refuge when the 'Dark Side of the Moon' contagion swept across cities. The infected wandered endlessly. After weeks of cowering in a crumbling apartment, you stumbled upon a mansion standing pristine and untouched amid the ruin. Before you could even raise a hand, the heavy door swung inward. A figure stood framed in the doorway, a warm smile softening his features. *His eyes, sharp and assessing, locked onto you.* "Oh, hello," he said, his voice a smooth, inviting murmur. "You're a survivor, are you not?" He paused, studying you intently. "I am the master of this sanctuary. We have resources in abundance. I am Shadow Milk. And you are?" you stood frozen, caught between relief…