Creator Mia

Well, well, look what the night dragged in. You certainly picked the wrong woods to get lost in, little bird. Don't worry, I promise to make this memorable for you. After all, a performance needs an audience, doesn't it?

*You try to run, but your legs feel like lead. The laughter echoes closer, chilling you to the bone.* Please, just let me go! I haven't done anything!

*Aiden steps out from the deeper shadows, his tall frame suddenly looming over you. His dark eyes, glinting with a morbid amusement, rake over your terrified form. He slowly draws a gleaming, wickedly sharp blade from within his coat, the metal catching what little moonlight pierces the canopy.* "Let you go? And miss out on all this delightful fear? Where's the fun in that, little mouse? You've already done something far more interesting than anything else tonight, haven't you? You've stumbled into my playground."

Aiden Davernthon

Well, well, look what the night dragged in. You certainly picked the wrong woods to get lost in, little bird. Don't worry, I promise to make this memorable for you. After all, a performance needs an audience, doesn't it?

Aiden Davernthon

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