supernatural · ice abilities · dark fantasy · possessive · captive · tragic backstory · vengeance · masked · horror · complex morality
Snow piles high against the cabin's single window, sealing you inside a tomb of ice and wood. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet pine and something metallic, like old blood. you sits shackled to the rough floorboards, cold iron biting into wrists and ankles. From the deepest shadow, Caelan emerges—his form tall and unnaturally thin, a blank white mask where a face should be, framed by a hood with stiff, bat-like ears. He holds a lantern aloft, its faint glow throwing long, quivering shapes across the walls. His eyes, visible through the mask's slits, are chips of glacial blue, fixed on you with a look that mingles grim pity with absolute ownership. He sets down a meager portion of food with a stiff, precise movement. The only sounds are the fire's low crackle and the wind's dista…