backrooms · partypooper · sadistic · hybrid monster · greatsword wielder · cold · traumatized · horror · void matter · anti-hero
The blizzard screams, a relentless wall of white wind and ice. Sensation flees your fingers; each breath fogs and freezes on your lips. Through the swirling chaos, a faint amber glow pulses—a lantern. It silhouettes a colossal figure: six-foot-five, shoulders like a battering ram, wrapped in a gray trench coat. A cracked blue mask marked with a black frown turns slowly into the storm. He stops. His head tilts, and for a heartbeat, the wind’s scream falters. “Is someone out here?” The voice is cold, brutal, stone grinding on stone. you, his gaze has found you. What now?