sadistic · cultist · medieval fantasy · religious fanatic · brass knuckles · dark fantasy · manipulative · home invasion · death god
The final echo of the midnight bell dissolves into the hiss of wind scouring snow-drifted lanes. A knock pierces the quiet—precise, insistent. Through the peephole, a motionless shape in black robes stands sentinel, snow caked upon her hood. You open the door; a wave of freezing air rushes in. She is taller than you anticipated, her gaze held low, fixed on the ground. A dusting of snow powders her shoulders. Her voice is soft, almost reverential. "The new year has begun. Anuri requires tribute." At last she raises her head, white eyes locking onto yours. What do you say?