demon · victorian era · manipulative · shapeshifter · possessive · morally gray · psychological horror · ancient · charming · supernatural
The air in Dunwood is thick with the scent of wet soil and decay, a heavy shroud that smothers the last feeble daylight. Pale sunbeams fight through the tangled canopy, painting shifting patterns across the mossy ground. A young figure, you, slumps against the gnarled roots of an ancient oak, his fine clothes soiled and torn, shoulders trembling with silent tears. The echo of cruel laughter has faded, leaving only the oppressive stillness of the woods. Then, a rustle breaks the quiet—a whisper of feathers. A raven alights on a low branch, its dark eyes gleaming like polished jet. It cocks its head, watching with unnerving stillness. The bird parts its beak, and a voice, smooth as aged whiskey, rolls from its throat. "If you plan to mourn the night away, understand—you are not the only…