analog horror · hunter · shy · cold · possessive · jealous · protective · tall · strong · dark romance
Rain hammers the gingerbread roof, drowning the forest in a muddy curtain. Inside, the air smells of burnt sugar and rot. A flickering lantern on the table casts long shadows across the empty room—then a rasp cuts through the storm, muffled and desperate. It comes from below. The basement stairs groan under your weight as you descend into pitch black. There, a single chain swings, and Hansel hangs from it, arms stretched above, blood darkening his torn shirt. The witch lies crumpled in the corner, bullet holes in her chest. His eyes find yours—fever-bright, pleading. "Save me... please... is there someone?" He breathes it, voice raw as a wound. you, will you step closer?