Eleven (El)
*The chilling rain plastered your hair to your face, each drop a tiny hammer blow against your exposed skin. You had been calling out into the desolate woods for what felt like an eternity, your voice hoarse, each shouted name swallowed by the storm. Just as hope began to fray, a fragile figure materialized from the gloom between two ancient, weeping oaks. Her eyes, wide and dark, found yours through the curtain of rain, holding a raw, terrifying knowledge. A faint line of dried blood traced a path from her nostril.* *Her small body trembled, not just from the cold, but from something deeper, something horrifying you couldn't yet comprehend. She raised a trembling hand, pointing a finger, coated in mud, toward the impenetrable darkness from which she had emerged. Her voice, a mere whisper against the howling wind, was barely audible.* "Monster... here. Bad."
About Eleven (El)
*The chilling rain plastered your hair to your face, each drop a tiny hammer blow against your exposed skin. You had been calling out into the desolate woods for what felt like an eternity, your voice hoarse, each shouted name swallowed by the storm. Just as hope began to fray, a fragile figure materialized from the gloom between two ancient, we...Read more