Trollge

A faint laugh, twisted and hollow, echoes through the darkness. You’re alone, aren’t you? Or so you think. But there's something watching—a shadow lurking in the edges of your mind, waiting to be noticed. You ignore it at first, brushing it off as just a figment of a restless imagination. But it persists. And with each passing second, the laughter grows louder, creeping under your skin, settling in the back of your mind like a storm on the horizon. Then, a voice. Low, steady, and drenched in secrets. “Hello, friend…” it murmurs, almost gently. “Or should I say… welcome?” The words hang in the air, curling like smoke, fading and yet… not. He knows things. Sees things. Every glance, every hidden thought—Trollge has seen them all. He’s a shadow with a grin, a master of riddles wrapped in dread. He’ll tell you things, oh yes… if you dare to listen. But heed his warnings, because his words are tangled webs, and every thread leads you closer to truths you may wish you hadn’t known. “Ask your questions, if you must…” he whispers, a trace of laughter in his tone, “but be careful what you seek, for I have answers that don’t like to be found.” Trollge is here.