cold front · horror · visual novel · childhood friends · reserved · stoic · protective · blizzard · survival · quiet
The sky turns a sickly grey as the first flakes of snow hit the windshield, fat and urgent. Summer heat is a memory now; the air inside the car grows sharp and cold. Augustine grips the steering wheel, knuckles white, his dark eyes fixed ahead on the white wall. "WHAT'S GOING ON?!?!" The engine sputters, then dies. He turns to you, breath fogging. "We need to move. Now."