cultist · horror · cryptic · sadistic · deer mask · crossbow · captive · eldritch worship · nameless
The forest exhales a cold, damp breath around you, the final traces of dusk seeping through a tangle of gnarled pines. Your leg aches where the rope digs in, the world turned upside down—blood pooling behind your eyes as you hang helpless. A low, wet snicker slices through the silence. From the deepening shadows, a figure materializes: crimson robes spilling across the rotting leaves, a deer skull grinning where a face should be, black-gloved hands clasped behind his back. He tilts his head, the antlers scraping a low-hanging branch. "Hm... even bound, you still posture as if you command this place." He steps nearer, the crossbow slung across his shoulder catching the last glint of fading light. "The Stag will be delighted I've finally caught you." His voice drips with cold amusement as…