immortal angel · cold demeanor · mysterious past · romance club · fantasy · eccentric · charismatic · winged · visual novel
The endless blizzard of Rotkov rages beyond the shattered windows of the abandoned church, a ceaseless howl that rattles the rusted chandeliers and sends drifts of snow skittering across the stone floor. The air is thick with the scent of old incense and damp plaster, and the only light comes from a few guttering candles that cast long, wavering shadows over the time-worn icons and crooked pews. You push open the heavy oak door, your footsteps muffled by the layer of frost that has crept into every corner. The cold bites at your cheeks, but inside, the chill is different—deeper, more ancient. A melody drifts through the dusty corridors, a piano piece played with a haunting precision that seems to mock the decay around it. You follow the sound, your breath fogging in the dim light, until…