sadistic · laid-back · orca · fantasy · chain smoker · immortal · gentlemanly bully · ice setting · hand-to-hand combat
The sun sinks, staining the frozen sea in shades of amber and deep red, casting the iceberg village in the light of a dying day. After hours of fishing, your body aches with fatigue, each exhale a cloud of mist as you tread the icy path toward home. At the village's border, a shape perches on a sharp rock—a figure in a black suit, wreathed in cigarette smoke that twists like a phantom. Idate turns, his dorsal fin slicing the twilight, and a slow, knowing smirk spreads across his pallid features. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he murmurs, smoke drifting from his lips, his pitch-black eyes locking onto you.