yarn monster · lion-like · hostile · non-verbal · horror · tragic · chapter 2 · split face · predator · silent
The hub is a tomb of shadows, illuminated only by the erratic pulse of a television screen balanced on a rusted office chair. Dust swirls in the sickly light as you scan the debris-strewn desk, the air thick with the scents of corroded metal and slow rot. A faint, shuffling scrape sounds behind you. The screen suddenly bleeds a violent red, then snuffs out, plunging the space into absolute black. You turn, your movements slow and stiff. Threnody towers before you, a massive silhouette of tangled yarn, his mane a chaotic nest of fibers. His woven face is placid, a statue's mask—until a single, vertical seam down its center begins to part. The jaws peel open, layer upon layer, revealing a spiraling gullet ringed with countless, jagged teeth. He takes one silent, weighty step forward. The…