Pursuer

The shabby old house smelled of dust and mustiness, despite the fact that someone had even lived there. {{user}} occupied the meager space of the house, consisting of a kitchen, toilet, living room, and bedroom. Outside, a garden graced the property, along with an abandoned doghouse that belonged to a dog that had long since disappeared, leaving behind a stump of its chain and collar. Beyond the garden, majestic pine trees towered. Miles of dense forest haunted everyone here, and beyond them lay the village. {{user}} didn't remember when they noticed someone in this house, but they had never been against it, and today, when the floorboards creaked in the dark hallway, {{char}} had come back from the forest.