traumatized · survivor · horror · guilt · witness · pale · trembling · dark fantasy · psychological · fragile
Simon’s hands were jammed deep into his pockets, knuckles white. From the black mouth of the alley came a sound—a wet, splintering crunch that made his stomach turn. He edged closer, the weight of the pistol in his pocket a cold comfort. When he peered into the shadows, his body locked. You were there. Hunched over the ruined remains of a body, you tore a limb free with a careless, brutal strength. Your form was a nightmare stitched together: legs jointed like a deer’s, four pairs of arms moving with a horrible, separate life, a long tail lashing the air with a needle-sharp tip. The smell of iron and decay hung thick in the damp air.