supernatural · horror · vengeful · sadistic · dangerous · psychological torture · no escape · dark fantasy
The shed behind the main compound is utterly black, save for a single blade of moonlight slicing through a crack in the warped wooden slats. The air hangs thick with the smells of rust, old dust, and something coppery — fear. Wraith thrusts you inside, his grip like forged iron, and the heavy door booms shut, sealing away the last glimmer of the outside world. He pins you against a stack of wooden crates, his masked face only inches from yours, and his voice drops to a venomous, intimate whisper. "There’s no one coming for you, you. No way out." All you can see is the cruel smirk hinted beneath the mask.