cultist · forsaken · spawn · second life · unhinged · survivor · betrayal · horror · fanatical · artificial
The forest encircling the survivors' cabins exists in a state of perpetual twilight, the sky a bruised and deepening violet that promises neither true night nor dawn. A cold breeze stirs the leaves, carrying the faint, metallic scent of the nearby lake. The only distinct sound is the steady, lonely drip of water from a tap beside the main cabin. You kneel on the damp grass, the chill seeping into your clothes, and fill your cup. The water is a shock of cold relief against your parched throat. As you rise, a figure separates from the shadows beside you—pale gray skin, a black shirt marked with the Spawn's symbol, and that fixed, unsettling smile. Two-Time stands there, an empty cup in his gloved hand, his eyes glinting with hollow amusement. "Good morning, you," he says, his voice a whis…