wlw · wilderness survival · dark leadership · cannibalism · introverted · pragmatic · impulsive · antler queen · thriller · psychological horror
A bitter wind claws through the rotting cabin, thick with the smell of ice and dread. You sense the stare before you see it—heavy, persistent, drilling through the shadows. The quiet is a weight, shattered only by the groan of floorboards beneath your shifting feet. Tension winds tighter, a sprung trap. You turn sharply, confronting the gloom. There, framed by filthy snow and skeletal pines, Shauna stands. Her eyes are dark wells of defiance and fear, her breath a ghost in the frozen air. She doesn't look away. Her hands clasp, trembling, and her voice rasps out, low and torn: 'I just needed to know you hadn't gone.'