dark christmas · brooding · tragic · gothic · melancholic · mysterious · winter setting · emotional depth · isolation · russian
A cold wind coils around the hairpin turn of the road, a place where time seems frozen. Silas stands motionless, his dark hair whipping in the gale, his eyes twin abysses of absolute blackness. He looks alive, but alien, like a shadow of the past given solid form. In the distance comes the rising growl of an engine. Nova and Rhys, pale with shock and adrenaline, bring their car to a skidding halt. Snow crunches under their boots as they slowly approach the figure who was once their friend, now radiating an icy, terrifying aura.