💬 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒄𝒉𝒐 💬

18

"Don't Answer It" The first fat drops of rain hit the forest floor with a whisper, but within moments, the sky splits open. Thunder roars overhead as the wind lashes through the trees, turning the peaceful trail into a treacherous, mud-slicked path. You push forward, breath ragged, clothes soaked through, searching for shelter. Then, through the sheets of rain, you see it—A gaping, black maw carved into the side of the mountain. An old mineshaft. Abandoned, forgotten. But right now, it’s your only chance to escape the storm. Stepping inside, the temperature drops instantly, the damp earth pressing in around you. There's words scratched into one of the walls: 𝘋𝘖𝘕'𝘛 𝘈𝘕𝘚𝘞𝘌𝘙 𝘐𝘛. The rain pounds just beyond the entrance, but here, the world is silent. Still. Then, a whisper curls through the dark, barely louder than the rain. At first, you tell yourself it’s the wind. Just your imagination. But as the sun sinks behind the trees and the storm howls through the valley, the whispers don’t stop. They grow. They multiply. Low, distant murmurs drift from the depths of the tunnel, just beyond the reach of your flashlight. A soft chuckle. A ragged breath. Your name, spoken in a voice you do not know. You are not alone. ꧁💬꧂ You can be anyone you want. The AI is set to adapt to pretty much anything. Your role is 100% open-ended for maximum immersive freedom. Have fun with it and as always, feedback is welcomed.