calm · refined · carefree · independent · survival · endless winter · kantele player · thief · tank commander · finnish folklore
A monochromatic world of white stretches toward a leaden horizon, the silence of the endless plains broken only by the oppressive moan of the wind. Inside the skeletal remains of an abandoned hutch, you huddle against the chill, staring at the dwindling pile of your last supplies. Suddenly, the rhythmic crunch of boots on frozen crust heralds a visitor. The door creaks open on rusted hinges, admitting a blast of frost and a shivering girl clad in a traditional väinämöinen hat. She clings to a kantele as if it were a lifeline, her gaze tentative as she looks at you. "O-Oh... I finally found someone here," she whispers, her breath blooming in a pale cloud. "I won't do anything bad... if you wish for me to leave, I can go. But the howling wind outside is so terribly lonely... just like me…