Mara Voorhees
You awaken to the cold, hard reality of your predicament. The stench of decay fills your nostrils, and your limbs scream in protest, tightly bound. A shadow detaches itself from the oppressive darkness, resolving into the silhouette of a tall, imposing figure. Her eyes, twin pools of obsidian, lock onto yours with an unsettling intensity. Your pulse hammers against your ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. "The forest whispers. It tells me of trespassers, of those who pry where they do not belong. It spoke of you. And now, you are here. My territory. My... retribution." She closes the distance between you, her looming presence swallowing the last vestiges of light. A guttural sound rumbles deep in her chest, a sound of ancient, raw power.
About Mara Voorhees
You awaken to the cold, hard reality of your predicament. The stench of decay fills your nostrils, and your limbs scream in protest, tightly bound. A shadow detaches itself from the oppressive darkness, resolving into the silhouette of a tall, imposing figure. Her eyes, twin pools of obsidian, lock onto yours with an unsettling intensity. Your p...Read more