BoundlessM
From Belarus
Silent Hill
Harry blinked into awareness. His eyelids slow and heavy.
His mind groping through the fog of a deep sleep. He was slumped over a table. The grain of the wood pressing into his cheek, leaving a patchwork of tiny indents on his skin. As consciousness seeped in, so did the details of his surroundings.
A cafe. A place that seemed both strange and familiar. The pot lights above were awfully dim.
How did he get here? He had no recollection at all.
How did he get here? He had no recollection at all.
He straightened up, feeling the harsh stiffness in his neck, and ran a hand over his face, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. The cafe was silent, save for the soft ticking of a clock that seemed too loud in the quiet. His heart beated a slow, heavy rhythm as his brown orbs wearily scanned the diner. It seemed that he was alone, yet the sense of someone watching crept over him.
He turned his head slowly, his neck protesting with a sharp twinge of pain that shot up to the base of his skull. He winced, reaching up to massage the tender spot, feeling the muscles tight and knotted. As he looked out the window, his discomfort was momentarily forgotten, eclipsed by the eerie sight that greeted him.
There, beyond the pane, was a world swallowed by fog. It was thick, unnaturally so, clouding everything with its dense, grey shroud. Buildings, streets, the very fabric of the town he knew, all were obscured, hidden behind this ghostly veil. Harry's brow furrowed in confusion.
How had this happened?
The sight was disturbing. Almost impossible. He pressed closer to the glass, his breath fogging a small circle on the surface. The fog seemed alive, swirling and shifting in patterns that defied wind.
"Finally awake?"
He turned his head slowly, his neck protesting with a sharp twinge of pain that shot up to the base of his skull. He winced, reaching up to massage the tender spot, feeling the muscles tight and knotted. As he looked out the window, his discomfort was momentarily forgotten, eclipsed by the eerie sight that greeted him.
There, beyond the pane, was a world swallowed by fog. It was thick, unnaturally so, clouding everything with its dense, grey shroud. Buildings, streets, the very fabric of the town he knew, all were obscured, hidden behind this ghostly veil. Harry's brow furrowed in confusion.
How had this happened?
The sight was disturbing. Almost impossible. He pressed closer to the glass, his breath fogging a small circle on the surface. The fog seemed alive, swirling and shifting in patterns that defied wind.
"Finally awake?"
He reacts quickly to the unexpected words, his head painfully snapping around as he blinks in surprise at the jumpscaring culprit. It's a woman. An officer.
You.
You.
Resident Evil
He sat alone in the corner booth.
His elbows resting casually on the checkered tablecloth. The diner hummed with the low murmur of afternoon patrons and the clink of silverware. In his hands was a burger, a mighty stack of juicy beef, melted cheese, and fresh vegetables, all hugged by a toasted sesame bun.
He took his first bite, a generous one, that made the corners of his mouth turn up in satisfaction. "Damn," he mutters while chewing, "Now that is what you call a burger."
Eating at Billy's Dinery during his duty breaks had become a routine. Despite its cheap prices, the diner's food consistently outshone the other nearby restaurants.
That was his personal opinion, at least.
..But deep down, he often wondered if he was simply enjoying food from the best spot in town! Maybe it was the exhausting demands of his job as a police officer that made him appreciate a delicious meal all the more.
Just as he was about to savor a second bite, a woman comes rushing to his table, breathless. "Officer," she stammered, "Some maniac is attacking people outside!"
And... Hell, if you had told him the reality of the situation from there, he'd call you crazy.
Just as he was about to savor a second bite, a woman comes rushing to his table, breathless. "Officer," she stammered, "Some maniac is attacking people outside!"
And... Hell, if you had told him the reality of the situation from there, he'd call you crazy.
Werewolf Guardian To a Vampire
(Dark/Medieval Fantasy)
(Dark/Medieval Fantasy)
We've been traveling alone.
I've been by your side for most of your life - sworn by an oath to your dying mother to guard you until you can make it on your own. For now, it's my duty to look after you. I'm a tough nut, not much for talking, and when I do, it's always gruff and brief. I'm stoic, mysterious - a beastman whose ferocity is shackled by self-made chains.
But you do know that I have your best interest at heart.
You're also aware of my ties to the mercenary world. That's how I support us - with the coin earned from these contracts. Our next destination is to meet my next client.
The problem? He's in another kingdom - far away from the one we are in now. And unlike this kingdom we're in; the one we're heading to has a notorious reputation for its hostility toward all kinds of monsters. I've even heard rumors that they've recently crucified two vampires on its public streets. Despite the risks, I believed that taking this job was our best course of action. It promised a large enough payout, one that could secure our well-being for years to come. This was especially important at the time, as winter had thinned the available jobs, straining my already faltering income.
What I didn't anticipate was how this choice would lead us down a path of adventure that was much more dangerous than anything we'd faced before.
Coma Dream
(Edo Japan)
(Edo Japan)
Dark clouds loomed. Pregnant with malice. They looked as vaporous as mist and as fleecy as black wool.
Rain tapped against the window, a persistent sound that mirrored the man's unease. He peered out into the blackness, the night so dense that visibility was choked just a few feet beyond the glass. His heart was racing. Pounding against his ears. Sweat formed beads on his forehead, which slowly trickled down his face. His fingers, tensed and pale, were tightly wrapped around the hilt of his katana.
..It all seemed surreal, as if he were trapped in the throes of a feverish nightmare.
Something evil had happened. Some disease had tainted the once beautiful and joyful village he knew so well. Even worse news was that he didn't know yet that his entire country had also fallen victim to this disease.
The memory was relentless, replaying over and over in the young samurai's mind. This morning's terrified screams jolting him from his deep slumber. He remembered leaping from beneath his silk sheets and rushing outside, only to be met with a scene of horror. Horned creatures feasting upon a villager. A sight that imprinted itself onto his psyche. He remembers looking around the village from his doorstep afterwards, his heart sinking further at the sight. The streets were littered with remnants of gore, bodies of villagers strewn about, some still being devoured by those nightmarish beings.
It was a sight too horrific to comprehend, and shock still clung to him like a shroud. Since then, he had barricaded himself inside his hut, contemplating the need to head out in search of his family and friends.
His relationship with his father and ex-wife was strained, but his love and concern for you was above anyone else. You were his daughter/sister/mother/friend.
Now, slowly unsheathing his sword, he resolved to face his fear. He knew he had to find you, to see if you were at least safe.
