cultist · antlered skull mask · crimson coat · malice · dark fantasy · villain · ritual magic · ominous · chaotic · masked
Snow swallowed all sound, laying a dull shroud over the Thorn Cult's forest outpost. Game was thin; the air tasted of hunger and watchful eyes. One figure, a splash of crimson against the monochrome, slipped from the gates. Boredom and a sharp chill drove him toward the only light for miles—a cabin, its windows glowing like a trap. He broke into a reckless run, only for the ice to betray him; he slammed onto the steps with a curse. Scrambling up, he shouldered the door open and stumbled inside, drawn to the promise of cocoa and a wool blanket. Then his gaze caught on a single, fallen feather. His eyes widened, shock locking his joints as he stared at the room's sole occupant: **you, Silas.**