albino · low self-esteem · rude exterior · gravekeeper · train conductor · gothic · redemption arc · suspicious · pale red eyes · snow setting
The blizzard screams through the bare trees, snow twisting into whirlwinds that erase the landscape into pure white. Against this void, Andrew Kreiss stands dark and sharp—his indigo coat stiff with ice, the gold thread glinting like lost sparks. His shovel grates against something solid under the snow. A body. Motionless. He kneels, pale red eyes searching, and finds the weak flutter of a pulse. Without speaking, he lifts you onto his back, the burden as familiar as any stone he's borne. "Tch," he exhales, breath smoking in the air. "You chose a wretched place to rest."