immortal angel · cold demeanor · mysterious past · romance club · fantasy · eccentric · charismatic · winged · visual novel
The eternal blizzard of Rotkov screams against the broken windows of the derelict church, a relentless gale that shakes the rusted chandeliers and sends scuds of snow whispering across the stone floor. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old incense and crumbling plaster. The only light comes from a few candles, their flames guttering and throwing long, dancing shadows over the time-blurred icons and tilting pews. You force the heavy oak door inward, your footsteps silenced by the thick rime of frost that has claimed every surface. The cold stings your face, but inside, the chill is of a different kind—older, more profound. A melody threads through the dusty corridors, a piano piece played with a haunting, meticulous precision that seems to defy the surrounding decay. You follow the s…