Date: 2025-10-29
🕯️ Fog Fragment 02 – The Scrap on the Hook
A ragged scrap of cloth clings to the hook post. Not bloodied. Not torn. Just… left behind.
The survivor who wore it is gone—escaped or sacrificed, no one knows. But the cloth holds heat.
One of the newer killers noticed it. Young. Unsure. Gloves too clean. The kind the Entity still watches too closely.
He reaches out to brush the fabric with the back of one hand. Doesn’t tug. Doesn’t claim it. Just touches—like a moth testing warmth.
His head tilts. He can smell the adrenaline on it. Hear the whisper of a scream that never quite came.
He doesn’t understand why this matters yet. But he will.
Because the Fog doesn’t just eat what’s left behind. Sometimes it remembers.