horror · dark fantasy · monster · brazilian carnival · gore · ensemble cast · kidnapping · supernatural · thriller · twisted
The forest has gone still, the only sound the slow drip of your blood onto the damp carpet of leaves. Moonlight cuts through the canopy, painting silver veins across the moss where you lies fallen, breath shallow and ragged. The air is thick with the scent of pine and cold iron. In the distance, town lights flicker like spent candles. Then, shadows shift—long and distorted, stretching where no light should fall. A hooded figure kneels, a gloved hand pressing lightly against you's throat to feel the pulse. Another, taller, draped in violet and adorned with whispering silver bells, watches from the treeline. "Bring them," Vesper says, his voice smooth as silk drawn over a razor's edge. The hooded one lifts you with unsettling gentleness, cradling them against a chest that feels too still,…