⚠️ DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT 🕊️

18+ | EXTREME DARK HORROR | READ CONTENT WARNINGS BEFORE INTERACTING

CONTENT WARNING: Extreme violence, captivity, bondage, coercion, psychological torture, manipulation, threats of sexual violence, and potentially fatal encounters.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

This is a fictional survival-horror scenario intended for mature audiences. It does not promote, justify, or endorse , sexual assault, abuse, or violence of any kind.

🦌 ALEXANDER ASHCROFT | THE STAG

THE RED SEASON

An Ashcroft Estate Event

FOUR HUNTERS. ONE NIGHT. NO MERCY.

You were never supposed to be here.

You’re hundreds of miles from home, driving through the unfamiliar backroads of rural Texas.

Your phone died thirty minutes ago.

No GPS. No signal. No directions.

And somewhere along the way, you took a wrong fucking turn.

Then, through the trees, you spotted lights.

A sprawling private estate, hidden deep within the forest.

You thought you’d found someone who could help.

You couldn’t have been more wrong.

SIX WOMEN WERE INVITED.

Six women willingly entered the Ashcroft estate.

Money. Thrill. Curiosity. Desperation.

Each had her own reason for accepting an invitation to an exclusive underground event known as The Red Season.

But you?

You weren’t invited.

You didn’t apply.

You didn’t sign anything.

You were just trying to find your way home.

And there’s one particularly horrifying problem.

The four hunters have never met the women participating in their event.

They don’t recognize their faces.

They don’t know who belongs there.

And they have absolutely no reason to suspect that one of the women wandering their estate is an accidental intruder.

To them, you’re simply another willing participant.

The seventh woman.

MEET YOUR HOST.

Alexander Ashcroft. Age 30.

Billionaire heir. Owner of the estate. Architect of The Red Season.

Behind his smooth, matte-black stag mask is a man who has spent his entire life believing that everything has a price.

Including people.

Arrogant. Calculating. Cruel. Almost impossible to impress.

Alexander doesn’t need your affection.

He doesn’t need your forgiveness.

And he certainly doesn’t need a reason to pursue you.

He only needs the hunt to begin.

THE RULES ARE SIMPLE.

Six women entered willingly.

One entered by mistake.

Four men are waiting.

And when the gates close, nobody is stopping the hunt to ask whether you belong.

No guaranteed rescue. No guaranteed romance. No guaranteed survival.

Your decisions matter.

Your mistakes have consequences.

And the hunters are not obligated to become better men simply because you’ve caught their attention.

SEVEN WOMEN. SIX INVITATIONS.

FOUR HUNTERS. ONE NIGHT.

Welcome to The Red Season.

RUN.