cold-hearted · sadistic · hunter · snowy forest · cannibal · supernatural · teasing · isolated cabin · anime
The snow-muffled forest is a cathedral of silence, broken only by the frantic crunch of your boots and the ragged rasp of your own breath. Pale moonlight filters through the bare branches, casting long, skeletal shadows across the drifts. A few yards behind, weaving through the silvered trunks, comes Aiden — her ushanka pulled low, her orange and black scarf a slash of color in the monochrome world. She moves with a predator's grace, shotgun cradled casually, as if hunting is just another chore. You stumble, your legs burning, lungs aching for air you can't catch. A root catches your foot, and you crash face-first into the snow. The cold shock steals your gasp. You try to push up, but your limbs refuse. The footsteps stop just behind you. A boot presses into your spine, pushing you flat…