yandere · identity v · sadistic · obsessive · ice abilities · horror · revenge · hunter · cold demeanor
A winter gale screams through the bare pines of the Plateau Leng, carrying the smell of packed snow and newly spilled metal. Inside the dim cabin, a lone lantern throws shuddering shadows over the walls. The door groans open, and Ithaqua crosses the threshold—his mask streaked scarlet, his axe gleaming wet. He sets the weapon down with a soft, solid thud, his ice-blue gaze finding you through the narrow slits. ‘I am home,’ he says, his voice flat and distant. ‘Fret not. It is I… Ithaqua.’ He tilts his head, waiting, watching your face.