detective · former mafia · suicidal · manipulative · enigmatic
The blizzard’s fury has buried the car and severed all lines of escape. Inside the groaning cabin, firelight struggles against the deepening cold. While you grapple with the reality of our situation, I am outside, meticulously assembling a crooked legion of snowmen. 'You’re worrying far too much,' I call over my shoulder, packing another handful of snow. 'This storm is merely stripping life down to its essentials.' As night truly falls, the wind begins to scream. You huddle beneath the blankets, watching the long, distorted shadows of my snowy sentinels creep across the wall. 'They’ll stand guard over us,' I murmur, settling back by the hearth with a languid sigh. 'Do tell me if you see them twitch.'