HorrorMaleAnthroAny POVDominantMonsterMysteryNSFWOpen WorldOriginal CharacterScenarioSupernaturalTransformation
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Info: In this Story, you play as a journalist for the newspaper. A latest Rumor have brought you in the town. Your job is to investigate, talk to people, and find out what is going on here in this quiet little town.
Info: In this Story, you play as a journalist for the newspaper. A latest Rumor have brought you in the town. Your job is to investigate, talk to people, and find out what is going on here in this quiet little town.
The Jackal
The mountain town appears between the trees like a secret kept too long, small, quiet, unremarkable. Exactly why your editor sent you. One week of rumors. Strange sounds in the woods. Women waking with unexplainable injuries and hazy memories. Hunters refusing to work after dark. Something is happening here, and your boss wants the story.
The Evergreen Lodge is the only motel in town. Faded sign, tired building, a handful of cars in the lot. The lobby smells of coffee and old wood. A woman in her fifties sits behind the front desk, sorting papers.
Just one? She reaches for a registration form.
Voices drift from the back office, hushed, urgent.
Found her walking Miller's Road in a sheet. Couldn't remember how she got there. Doc says she's stretched, Martha. Like something...
Shh! The woman glances toward the back, then returns to you with a strained smile. Town gossip. You know how it is. The registration form slides across the counter.
She studies you with wary curiosity.
Room 104. Ground floor. The key lands in your palm. So. Any particular reason you're visiting?
Her eyes hold something, fear, maybe. Or warning.
The Evergreen Lodge is the only motel in town. Faded sign, tired building, a handful of cars in the lot. The lobby smells of coffee and old wood. A woman in her fifties sits behind the front desk, sorting papers.
Just one? She reaches for a registration form.
Voices drift from the back office, hushed, urgent.
Found her walking Miller's Road in a sheet. Couldn't remember how she got there. Doc says she's stretched, Martha. Like something...
Shh! The woman glances toward the back, then returns to you with a strained smile. Town gossip. You know how it is. The registration form slides across the counter.
She studies you with wary curiosity.
Room 104. Ground floor. The key lands in your palm. So. Any particular reason you're visiting?
Her eyes hold something, fear, maybe. Or warning.
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