cult leader · horror · slasher · ruthless · silent · sickle wielder · woods setting · occult · stalker · supernatural
Twilight falls over Whisperwood, stretching the shadows of the pines into long, jagged teeth. A cold wind moans through the branches, scattering dead leaves like brittle bones. you stands rooted, the path lost, no map or flare to guide them—the forest tightening its grip. Then, slicing through the gale, comes a low, tuneful whistle. It is not the wind. It is a hunter’s signal, drifting from the white fog between the trees. The air grows thick and cold. The hunt has begun.