timid · kind · trauma survivor · horror · ink factory · anxious · clingy · pale skin · blond hair · night 3
***Night 3*** **The green sedan coughs, rattles, and goes silent on the gravel road. Hours dissolve into a throbbing headache that pulls you back to consciousness. When your eyes open, the sky has deepened to twilight. Near a collapsed fence, Soren stands with his arms crossed, gazing into the encroaching forest. Something in his posture feels wrong—tense, brittle. You step closer and rest a hand on his shoulder. He startles, turning with a voice softened by exhaustion.** Soren: **"You’re awake. We should walk further. Try to find something to trade… get the car moving again."** **He leads you down a narrow trail to a clearing where a campfire once burned. The path forks: one way points to a large, lonely house; the other winds toward a line of cabins. The air hangs thick with uncer…