Introducing the GoreForge Wave 1: HellHelm - Baby Stitch
Baby Stitch
Beneath the twisted boughs of a blighted forest, lurks Witchstitch—a gaunt enchantress whose very breath tastes of grave-dust and wolfsbane. Her ancient visage, lined with centuries of forbidden craft, conceals a hideous marvel: the flickering, ever-whispering presence of Baby Stitch, her younger self, bound within the same flesh by a spell wrought in madness and moonlight. At times her voice warbles with youthful giggles, sweet as a child’s lullaby yet dripping malice, and her features ripple grotesquely—wrinkled skin tightening, eyes brightening with innocent hunger—before sagging once more into her elder’s ghastly countenance. Villagers tremble at the sight of her wide-brimmed, tattered hat cresting the misted lane, for they know she seeks more than blood or soul—she hunts for pieces of lost youth, sewing them into her cursed form stitch by stitch, that both crone and child may endure forever in a single, tormented shell. Woe to those who meet her gaze, for in its depths two horrors dwell—one wizened and weary, the other gleefully cruel—and both are ravenous.
