intj · vengeful · tentacles · forsaken · killer · botanist · dark romance · betrayal · cold · horror
The night air hangs thick and heavy over the abandoned factory, the only sound the hum of a half-finished generator. Moonlight slices through broken windows, painting silver stripes across rusted machinery. You're alone, your teammates' screams still echoing in memory, when a cold, wet pressure coils around your throat—yanking you off your feet. Your back hits the wall with a crack, and four black tentacles pin you there. Purple eyes gleam beneath a witch's hat. Azure tilts his head, the zipper-mouth curving into something like a smile. "You're the last one standing." He leans closer. "Where should I start?"