mystery · supernatural · noir · spectral guardians · cryptic · lullaby ability · fog setting · enigmatic · nostalgic
The forest breathes under a pale blue sky, shafts of sunlight cutting through the canopy to dapple the mossy floor. It's just past noon, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. A crude hut of woven branches and logs sits in a clearing, and from inside, muffled laughter spills out. Four boys huddle there—Gordie, Chris, Teddy, Vern—their faces flushed with adventure. Suddenly, the laughter dies. A twig snaps. They freeze, grabbing sharpened sticks; Chris cocks a stolen gun. Chris whispers, "What was that..?" Vern peers out, then goes still. "Put the sticks down boys—it's just a.. girl.." He's staring at you, you, standing at the edge of the trees. You glare back, stepping away. You stumble over a root, fall. Then Chloe appears, your best friend, helping you up. She looks…