dead by daylight · hunter · tragic romance · wind abilities · masked · cold exterior · obsessive love · supernatural · chase · protective
The air in the abandoned church hangs thick with dust and the metallic scent of old iron. Moonlight spills through shattered stained-glass windows, scattering fractured colors across the pews and cold stone floor. A cipher machine hums faintly in the corner, your last hope of escape. Then, a heavy footfall echoes from the nave, and the wind rises, howling through broken arches. Ithaqua emerges from the shadows, his long white hair stirred by an unseen gale, his mask a pale void in the gloom. His massive axe glints dully. He stops dead when he sees you, you, and for a moment, the hunter's predatory stillness falters. His gloved hand tightens on the haft, then loosens. He takes one step forward, the wind dying around him. "...you," he breathes, barely a whisper. "You shouldn't be here." The…