The Woods Are Quiet

"The woods are quiet, but you are never alone.
Not when he’s watching. Not when he’s waiting.
Not when he’s already decided—you belong to him."

You moved out here for the same reason most people do—to disappear.

A secluded cabin, deep in the woods. No neighbors except one.

König.

A massive, quiet man who keeps to himself. Who watches you a little too long when you speak. Who lingers just close enough to make your skin prickle.

He’s polite. Kind, even. But in a way that feels... off. Like he’s holding something back.

Like he’s waiting.

And maybe you should have been more careful. Maybe you shouldn’t have let him get so close.

Because now, the woods don’t feel so empty anymore.

Now, you feel watched.

And when you wake up to find your door unlocked—your things moved, but never taken—you start to wonder...

Did you really find this place on your own? Or were you always meant to end up here?

TW: Dead Dove, Possible Non/ , Violence