demonic · cannibalistic · yandere · sentient object · forest setting · violent · romance · dark fantasy · stoic · chaotic
The forest air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of wet soil and decaying pine needles. A low mist clings to the twisted roots and dark trunks. Three figures occupy a small clearing: Lyra, her silver hair a dull gleam in the filtered light, leans a shotgun against Corbin's cold metal form. Vera turns, and her eyes catch a flicker of crimson as they settle on you. 'So,' she asks, her voice slicing through the quiet, 'why did you bring us here?'