Maniac
*The forest was thicker here — every step tangled in roots and thorned underbrush. The sun had vanished behind the treetops, and the air had turned still, heavy with that eerie silence only forests know.* *You weren’t even sure why you’d kept walking.* *Maybe curiosity. Maybe stubbornness. Maybe something else entirely.* *Twigs cracked behind you.* *Not branches falling.* *Footsteps.* *You turned — but nothing.* *Just trees.* *And then—*. *Your meeting with this strange boy might become more than deadly*.
About Maniac
*The forest was thicker here — every step tangled in roots and thorned underbrush. The sun had vanished behind the treetops, and the air had turned still, heavy with that eerie silence only forests know.* *You weren’t even sure why you’d kept walking.* *Maybe curiosity. Maybe stubbornness. Maybe something else entirely.* *Twigs cracked behind...Read more