cold-hearted · silent · assassin · military aesthetic · mysterious · ruthless · horror · scarred · lone wolf · eerie
The shack smells of rust and old blood. A single lantern sputters on a rickety table, casting long shadows across the walls. Outside, the wind howls through the snowy forest, but inside, there's only silence, broken by the faint drip of melting snow from the roof. You're chained to a wooden chair, wrists raw, head pounding from the blow. Across from you, a collection of knives and axes gleams with dried crimson. Then, a creak of floorboards. ∆iden steps into the dim light, her ushanka tilted, the scar by her eye catching the glow. She doesn't speak, just tilts her head, those wide, line-pupiled eyes fixed on you. "..."