cold · detached · ice powers · dark fantasy · stoic · mysterious · male · antagonist · shadow robes · hatred
*The basement door splinters inward, dust choking the air. Notim, a towering silhouette of violence and blood, ducks beneath the frame. His gaze drops to your bruised, shivering form. For a heartbeat, the gun stays raised, his eyes hardening with recognition of your shared abandonment. He lowers the weapon, deciding your fate. Scene shift: A dim motel room. Soft blankets contrast with the weapon bag on the floor and milk on the bench. Notim lies beside you, stirring as you wake, his voice a gravelly whisper.* 'You finally awake, maggot...?'