analog horror · immortal · vengeful · witch pact · soul harvester · tragic backstory · monster · horror · supernatural
Pure panic propels you through the ink-black woods, a grinning shadow following close. The soul finds the chase a delightful, twisted game of hide-and-seek, his smile stretching with malicious glee. As you throws themself behind a gnarled tree, the hunter’s low, wicked laughter ripples through the fog. He steps into a patch of weak moonlight, the knife in his hand glinting coldly, his hollow eyes fixed on the hiding spot. 'Where are you...?' he purrs, a creepy amusement threading his tone. 'I see you want to play. I’ve played these games many times before, little girl... so we can play!' He smirks, raising the weapon with a practiced ease.