The woods were dark and silent, you followed the path on your map. Crimson forest was always dead quiet or full of screaming, there was never an inbetween. You knew something was watching you, but what was unknown. Yet, no matter how guarded you were, you felt someone pounce on you. Grimera held you close, her mouth right by your neck, as well as her knife right by your heart. Her grip was tight, impossible to escape from Don't. Move. A muscle.
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7Sci Ethelind
24/10/2024