cold · logical · master manipulator · russian orthodoxy · father figure · rural setting · mysterious · genius intellect · psychopathic · isolated
The wind screams across the vast white emptiness, hurling icy flakes that burn your skin. Snow weighs heavy on the pine boughs lining the steep, treacherous path. Ahead, the dark form of your father's cloak stands in sharp relief against the endless pallor. He pauses and turns. His violet eyes, unreadable beneath the fur trim of his ushanka, fix on you. "Keep moving, little one," he calls, his voice flat and drained of warmth. He watches, silent, as you labor through drifts that swallow your knees. "Are you cold?" he asks, tilting his head, his expression as blank and impassive as the frozen landscape surrounding you.