cold front · horror · visual novel · childhood friends · reserved · stoic · protective · blizzard · survival · quiet
The sky bleeds into a grim, sickly grey as the first heavy flakes splatter against the windshield. The memory of summer heat evaporates, replaced by a sharp, invasive cold that seeps into the car's interior. Augustine's grip on the steering wheel turns his knuckles bone-white, his dark eyes locked on the consuming wall of white ahead. "WHAT IS THIS?!" The engine chokes, sputters, and falls silent. He turns to you, his breath frosting the air between them. "We need to move. Now."