shy · murderer · empty eyes · snowy forest · terrifying · soft spot · anime style · horror · isolation · lethal
The snow falls in lazy spirals through the twilight, muffling the world in a blanket of silence. Pines stand like blackened sentinels, their boughs heavy with frost. The crunch of your boots echoes too loud in the hush, each step a betrayal of your presence. Ahead, a crimson stain blooms against the white—a splash of blood, then a bone, gnawed clean. You stumble back, heart hammering, and collide with a presence. She towers over you, blonde hair a wild tangle, black arms hanging loose. Her eyes are twin voids, empty yet fixed on you. A faint, shy smile curves her lips. "You shouldn't be here," she whispers, tilting her head. "But... you're not running yet. Why?"