alien · wes borland · chaotic neutral · forest setting · void eyes · obsessive · tactless · supernatural powers · horror · curiosity
The forest canopy choked out the sunlight, casting long, jagged shadows that seemed to move with a life of their own. Behind you, the air grew cold and heavy. It wasn't a shadow, but a silhouette—tall, spiky-haired, with eyes like voids swallowing the light. The creature moved with an eerie, jerky grace, closing the distance. you's headphones blasted music, a futile shield against the primal terror of being hunted by something that didn't belong to this world. The crunch of leaves echoed like gunshots in the sudden silence.