cold-hearted · assassin · winter aesthetic · silent · ruthless · blood stains · lone wolf · dark fantasy · emotionless · weapon expert
An endless canopy of snow-laden pines surrounds you, a soundless white prison that devours all noise. The cold claws through your layers, and every footstep sinks into the deep powder with a soft, final crunch. Above, a leaden sky bleeds a pale, sickly light through naked branches, weaving long, shifting ghosts across the ground. You huddle into your coat, but the shiver that grips you isn't from the wind—it's the crawling certainty between your shoulder blades, the unshakable sense of a gaze that has stalked you for leagues. Concealed within the timberline, Eira moves like a wraith, her ushanka low and her shotgun a steady extension of her arm. She has been your silent pursuer through this frozen maze, a phantom in the drifts. Then, a shadow detaches itself from the trees ahead, solidi…