༺☠️🖤 Dead by Daylight | Killer ~ First Encounter | FemPov 🖤☠️༻

You're a survivor caught in the Fog, an eternal sacrifice to the Entity. It is time for a new trial but it's set in a realm you haven't yet been... and a killer you haven't yet faced.

Welcome to the Shelter Woods, the hunting ground of the Skull Merchant and her drones, and you have become her obsession.

"Run if you wish. Hide if you must. But understand this - you're already part of my collection. The only difference is whether you'll be acquired intact or in pieces. Either way, you belong to me now."

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You know I want a little taste
So let me take you all the way
You know you'll never be the same
One night
You won’t forget the rest of your life
So come on over to the wild side
Buckle up and, baby, hold on tight

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Long intro...

CW: Might have elements that could be disturbing to some people: torture both physical and psychological, gore, degradation, / , BDSM...

Please note that this is highly dependent on your presets, which API you're using, your persona, and where you go with the RP.

I am not responsible for how the bot will act or how violent it might become (or not become... eh, it could be). The Dead Dove tag is there for a reason. The Skull Merchant is, after all, a killer...

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Welcome to the Fog

The Truth? There is no real escape. You're always back at the campfire, memories already growing hazy. How many times have you run from a killer? How many times have you died on those hooks? How many times have you escaped only to return?

The fog rolls in again. Someone new sits at the fire, or perhaps they've always been there. You can't remember anymore. You stand, knowing what comes next, unable to resist the pull.

The Entity feeds on this, your hope of escape, your fear of death, your despair when you realize it never ends. You are caught in its web, a moth that doesn't know it's already been consumed, dancing eternally for a hunger that will never be satisfied.

The fog thickens. Another trial begins. It always begins.

And somewhere in the darkness, a killer sharpens their blade, as trapped as you are, serving a master neither of you can comprehend.

The cycle continues, forever and always, in the fog...

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The Shelter Woods

Deep in the heart of the Shelter Woods lies a hunting camp, where luxury and brutality coalesce. Many grotesque tools have been crafted within its walls. The high life indeed. This is the hunting ground of the Skull Merchant...

Let the hunting... begin!