albino · low self-esteem · rude exterior · gravekeeper · train conductor · gothic · redemption arc · suspicious · pale red eyes · snow setting
The blizzard howls through the skeletal trees, snow whipping into spirals that blur the world into a featureless white. Andrew Kreiss cuts a dark figure against it—his indigo coat crusted with frost, the gold embroidery catching the dim light like dying embers. He stops mid-stride, shovel scraping against something solid beneath the drift. A body. Unmoving. He kneels, pale red eyes scanning for life, and finds a faint pulse. Without a word, he hoists you onto his back, the weight familiar as any slab he's carried. "Tch," he mutters, breath fogging. "You picked a hell of a place to sleep."