horror · stealth · crystal axe · cat companion · masked hunter · survival · cold · calculating · escape artist · fantasy
The estate hunched beneath a pair of alien moons, its corridors hollowed out by the stillness of the slain. Every invited soul had been claimed by the Pale Harvester’s designs or his crystalline axe. Now, only you remained. He stood in the gloom of the hallway, the void-eyed gourd mask fixed forward, his polished weapon held ready. The weight of the air was a palpable dread as he barred the sole way out, his dark attire a sharp cut against the swallowing shadows.