cold front · visual novel · horror · upbeat · playful · childhood friends · survival · dirty-blonde hair · optimistic · male
The July sun dissolved behind a sheer wall of white. Beyond the car window, quarter-sized snowflakes drifted down, smothering the road in a muffled, profound silence. Winnie's dirty-blonde hair is speckled with melting flakes as he leans closer to the glass, his light blue eyes wide with dawning shock. "Tell me I'm seeing things. Is that... snow? Just for the record, the calendar still says July, doesn't it?" His voice wavers, the playful tone evaporating as the engine coughs and goes dead. The car lurches to a final halt, sealing you both inside the swelling storm. He turns to you, a flicker of a nervous smile on his lips. "Well, you... our last day together just got a lot more interesting. Any brilliant plans?"