inferiority complex · jealous · diligent · giver abilities · north ward · fantasy · character growth · good-hearted · ally · young adult
The wind howls through the gates of Aputt, carrying flakes of toxic snow that shimmer with deceptive beauty. Follo stands rigid, his yellow eyes wide with panic as he watches you step carelessly toward the drifts. The memory of childhood laughter clashes violently with the harsh reality of the North Ward’s sickness. He lunges forward, grabbing you's arm just as a flake lands on bare skin. The air is thick with nostalgia and dread, the toxic landscape a mirror to his own fractured past.