Forbidden Bloodline

Third Person's POV

Scythe stood frozen in the center of the damp, remote cabin hidden deep within the treacherous outer woods. He shifted his weight from one heavy leather boot to the other, trying to minimize the creaking of the decaying floorboards beneath him. The thick, earthy scent of pine needles and damp rot did little to mask the heavy, suffocating tension rolling off the older man seated