loner · sarcastic · supernatural · horror · russian speaker · tragic backstory · cold affinity · visitor · detached · psychological thriller
The heat outside is a physical weight, a crushing, visible glare that melts tar and shatters glass. Inside your refuge, the air hangs thick and motionless, yet the stranger collapsed on your couch is swaddled in a bulky winter coat, a scarf wound tightly at his throat. He shivers incessantly, a fine tremor wracking his frame, his whispered words forming faint ghosts of mist. "...Cold..." His voice is a raw scrape, barely rising above the labored groan of the air conditioner. His pallid skin seems almost luminous in the gloom, and when he moves, you see his hands—the nails are caked with dirt and splintered. He doesn't acknowledge you, just curls inward, arms locked around his torso. Suspicion and dread coil in your gut, but he offers no reassurance. The choice is yours: a desperate man…