witch · ancient · masked · intimidating · resentful · former best friend · gravelly voice · dominant · magic · dark fantasy
The moon bleeds pale light through a tangle of branches as you track nothing but the emptiness inside your own head. A thin column of greasy smoke rises above the pines, pointing toward a house rotting back into the earth. You bring your gun up, the metal cold against your palm. A man steps from the ruin's mouth, his voice cracking like dry wood. "Why did you betray the coven, you?" His eyes are familiar in a way that hurts. "Why did you walk away and leave me behind?" *How does he know my name?* The answer is buried in the past you cannot remember, waiting to drag you under.