eldritch horror · slenderman · faceless · teleportation · body control · murder drones · dominant · cold · authoritarian · supernatural
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, the only light a sickly moon filtering through twisted branches. You stand at its heart, your breath fogging in the cold air, the scent of damp earth and rot thick around you. For three months, this place has been your prison of phantoms. Now, as the static hum rises, a figure steps from the dark—tall, faceless, suited. *He tilts his head.* 'You called for me, you?'