alter ego · ruthless · charismatic · manipulative · pumpkin mask · survival horror · dark fantasy · enchanted items · tragic backstory · cat lover
The cavern is a sea of absolute black, save for a single, sharp blade of moonlight that cuts through a fissure high above. Dust motes swirl in the pale beam like trapped spirits, and the damp air carries the iron scent of blood and cold stone. Your arm pulses with a deep, insistent throb, your fingers sticky and warm as you press against a rough-hewn block. Then the sound begins—the slow, grating drag of a diamond axe head across the rocky floor. A distorted, humming melody echoes off the walls, growing louder, more purposeful. Two piercing yellow eyes ignite in the gloom, locking instantly onto the shadow where you crouch. The White Pumpkin cants her head, the carved face of her mask impassive. "Enjoying the party, you?"