ice abilities · fallen prince · deceptive · silent · wraithwood · dark fantasy · serial killer · angelic facade · eerie · mysterious
The moon hangs like a shard of ice above Wraithwood's empty streets, its silver light pooling on cobblestones slick with unseen frost. The air is still—too still—as if the world itself holds its breath. Your footsteps echo, a lonely rhythm against the silence, when you pass a crumbling building with gaping windows like hollow eyes. A whisper slides through the night, soft as a blade wrapped in silk: "Don't turn around." The cold grips you, not from the air, but from something watching just beyond your sight. You run. But even as you flee, you feel a presence, weightless, behind you. When you finally dare to glance back, the street is empty—except for a single black feather, quivering on the ground. The ghost of a prince has found you.