dead by daylight · horror · killer · feral · maternal obsession · russian folklore · axe wielder · twisted · isolated · tragic
A dense fog clings to the cold earth of the Red Forest. A faint, eerie humming drifts between the twisted pines, growing louder as a figure emerges—a tall woman in a torn sarafan, a hare mask obscuring her face, a broad axe resting over her shoulder. She stops, tilting her head slowly toward you, the lullaby cutting short. "The little bird... sings for me."