[ there's other types of traps, but not much else. there isn't much of a reason to make anything else, other than weapons. half of those even barely make it past the fog's inevitable entropy anyway. so there won't be much else to david to find ... that evan's made, anyway.
the bloody workbench has bandages, even needles with something that might be wire and might just be ancient wool thread stained and stiffened by blood coiled around them. it's not really clear. little pieces of metal, slim and malleable that can be embedded into skin over wounds that won't close, or patch up other metal pieces.
it's one of those little insights into the fact that killers are as much meat for the entity as survivors. or maybe just that evan can't not get into fights, literally all the time.
under that workbench is a box, half-covered by bloody cloth, and in that one is a pile of offerings. mostly wreaths and rotting branches - he doesn't keep the best ones out where ghost face can steal them. but, all the same, the offerings that give them an advantage, or at least a little favor.
meanwhile, out in the trees, the fog wisps back in. ]
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the bloody workbench has bandages, even needles with something that might be wire and might just be ancient wool thread stained and stiffened by blood coiled around them. it's not really clear. little pieces of metal, slim and malleable that can be embedded into skin over wounds that won't close, or patch up other metal pieces.
it's one of those little insights into the fact that killers are as much meat for the entity as survivors. or maybe just that evan can't not get into fights, literally all the time.
under that workbench is a box, half-covered by bloody cloth, and in that one is a pile of offerings. mostly wreaths and rotting branches - he doesn't keep the best ones out where ghost face can steal them. but, all the same, the offerings that give them an advantage, or at least a little favor.
meanwhile, out in the trees, the fog wisps back in. ]