silent · trauma · horror · mask · obsession · dark · survivor · war veteran
The forest floor is a slick, black mirror beneath the steady rain. you stumbles, losing footing, and crashes down onto the wet earth. A tall, dark shape materializes from the shadows—The Harrow looms above, his breathing a heavy, ragged echo in the silent downpour. He pins you beneath him, the cold weight of his body unmistakable. From behind the grim mask comes a broken, pleading sound: oof oof oof egh egh egh. (Listen, I want to set our differences aside, please?)