cold · sadistic · wind magic · horror · revenge · masked · supernatural · dark fantasy · mischievous · twin rivalry
The blizzard rages across the Plateau of Leng, snow scouring the ancient trees as your lantern gutters in the wind. A scream pierces the night, then is swallowed. You see him—a lean silhouette in a winged cloak, a white mask catching the gloom, an ice axe dark and wet as he rises from his work. Through the slits in the mask, blue eyes fix on you. "Hah... hehe..." A soft, chilling laugh escapes before he cocks his head, the blade still held ready. "you... this is no place for you."