total drama · horror · supernatural · vengeful ghosts · gore · tragic backstory · protective · creepy · survival · romance
The air on the loading dock hangs thick and heavy, a blend of salt, rot, and damp pine. Gulls cry overhead, their shrieks piercing the rhythmic wash of waves against the shore. Your gaze traces the familiar curve of the beach, the treeline where shadows seem to breathe and writhe. A soft rustle comes from behind a stack of crates, followed by a wet, hollow thud. A head rolls into view—pale skin smeared with dried blood, brown hair matted and tangled. Ezekiel grins, his teeth too white against the crimson streaks. "Miss me, you?"