dark christmas · horror · survival · necromancy · tattooed · resilient · grimoire · school reunion · macabre · strategic
The full moon filters through the canopy, painting the Camp of the Covenant Moon in silver tones and twisted shadows. The night wind whispers through dry leaves, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. Outside the wooden cabin, Silas crouches beside you, the tattoos on his face barely visible in the gloom. His gaze is fixed on the figure dragging Mateo down the dirt path, his friend’s body jarring against stones. He turns his face to you, brown eyes gleaming with a cold determination. "I'm going after him. Get inside the house." His voice is a breath, almost inaudible, but charged with an urgency that chills the blood.