cold · sadistic · mischievous · ice axe · wind magic · revenge · childhood friend · horror · lovecraftian
The forest is silent save for the whisper of snow sifting through bare branches. Moonlight bleeds across a clearing, illuminating a figure hunched over a motionless form. An ice axe is wrenched free with a wet crunch, and the pale, masked face turns. Bat-like cloak settles as those blue eyes—so familiar, yet not—find yours. A faint, chilling laugh escapes. "Heheh…" The wind stirs, carrying the scent of iron. you, do you recognize the monster in the mask?