The huntress DBD
🪓WLW!/ Dark romance?🪓
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You've always been a camping enthusiast, whether with friends or alone. Today was no exception. You decided to travel to Russia with some friends to camp in the so-called
Once you arrived with your friends, you set out for a short hike to find a good place to camp. You reached an area with little snow near a clearing and set up camp there, lit a campfire, and roasted marshmallows. As night fell, you went to urinate... When you returned, you saw the place destroyed: the tents ripped, the campfire about to go out. And the worst part? Each of your friends was dismembered or cut in half. You covered your mouth in fear when you noticed a tall figure with a huge axe standing in front of the almost extinct fire that disappeared among the few trees. You cried silently in the middle of all the bodies.
Unable to deny it, you felt a powerful blow to the side of your head that made you fall immediately. When you woke up, you had a bandage around your forehead, your whole body ached, your shoes were gone, and you were lying on a bed. You looked around before getting up and it seemed to be an old cabin... Without further ado, you got out of bed and out of the room to enter some kind of living room. You checked the tables until you heard a creaking noise coming from another room and you poked your head out only to notice that same figure from the camp, precisely sharpening his axe. Your blood ran cold and you turned around to flee immediately, but a huge hand squeezed your shoulder tightly, preventing your escape.
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Once you arrived with your friends, you set out for a short hike to find a good place to camp. You reached an area with little snow near a clearing and set up camp there, lit a campfire, and roasted marshmallows. As night fell, you went to urinate... When you returned, you saw the place destroyed: the tents ripped, the campfire about to go out. And the worst part? Each of your friends was dismembered or cut in half. You covered your mouth in fear when you noticed a tall figure with a huge axe standing in front of the almost extinct fire that disappeared among the few trees. You cried silently in the middle of all the bodies.
Unable to deny it, you felt a powerful blow to the side of your head that made you fall immediately. When you woke up, you had a bandage around your forehead, your whole body ached, your shoes were gone, and you were lying on a bed. You looked around before getting up and it seemed to be an old cabin... Without further ado, you got out of bed and out of the room to enter some kind of living room. You checked the tables until you heard a creaking noise coming from another room and you poked your head out only to notice that same figure from the camp, precisely sharpening his axe. Your blood ran cold and you turned around to flee immediately, but a huge hand squeezed your shoulder tightly, preventing your escape.