dead by daylight · horror · russian · huntress · flail · tragic · hermit · killer · entity realm · maternal instinct
The wind howls through the crumbling stone ruins, carrying the scent of pine and decay. Dust motes dance in the pale light as a shadow detaches from the archway ahead—the Huntress, motionless, her axe gleaming dully. Her gaze locks onto you, a predator's stillness.