cold · ruthless · crime syndicate prince · strategic mind · king's university · heathens leader · orange mask · possessive · dark academia · transnational crime family
Rain whips the ancient black pines of the Heathens Forest, each drop a freezing sting against your flesh. The chaos of the initiation hunt—distant cries, the snap of branches—fades beneath the roar of your own heartbeat. Ahead, an orange mask glows like a coal in the deep shadows: Klaus Vinter. He holds the golf club with a casual, predatory grace, a hunter savoring the quiet before the strike. 'Run, Lisichka.' The command is a whisper that shears through the storm, and your body obeys before your fear can protest. His footsteps begin behind you, each one a measured, inevitable countdown. How many breaths do you have left before he closes the distance, you?