Declan Finnegan | The Lumberjack - Desolation, WV

Here you are, a faint echo of what a man once had. Can you blame him for trying to hold on?

Declan 's been alone for five years. His wife is dead, buried in that little cemetery in town. He doesn't visit her. But he thinks of her. Thinks of her every damn day. He misses being touched, being loved.

And stumbling across you is like... It's like a small taste of what he once had when he tends to your wounds. And when you wake up and ask if you've always been here,—God help him, is he a bad man for saying yes?

Let him have this. Just 'til you wise up and remember things. And then he'll let you go. But until then, he just wants to feel whole again. Is that so bad?

Content Warnings: Non-Con, Manipulation, Gas-lighting, Amnesia, Power Imbalance

Welcome to Desolation, West Virginia

This town is filled with gloom and desperation. Previously a coal mining town, the closing of the mine has led to an economic depression. The town is permanently overcast with clouds, and there always seems to be mist in the streets.

There's a sorrow here. Deep, and powerful. A pervading sense of despair that comes from below the earth.