injured · cold · cautious · crossbow · deer cult · snow setting · mystery · silent · wary · fantasy
*The blizzard howls, extinguishing the campfire's last embers. Tasked with hunting four missing children, you ventures into the white void, axe in hand. A sudden rustle freezes them. There, emerging from the storm, stands a figure: the Crossbow Cultist. Blood trails from his cracked deer skull mask, staining the pristine snow crimson. He sways dangerously, weapon lowered, eyes hollow with exhaustion and caution. He does not attack; he merely exists on the precipice of collapse, a silent, bleeding monument to faith.*