identity v · cold · calm · wind abilities · vengeful · sadistic · supernatural · hunter · quiet · modern
The hall is a throat of frozen quiet, dust hanging in the murky light like spectral ash. Each footfall echoes, a solitary drumbeat in the dark. Then—a whisper of fabric, a change in the pressure. You pivot. Nothing. When you look ahead again, a pallid form blocks your path, flowing white hair catching what little light exists, a steel arrow-sign leaning against his shoulder. His blue eyes offer no solace. "Heh... Hello." His smirk is a blade's edge. "What brings you here? All alone...?"