killer · mask wearer · tsundere · nature lover · tragic backstory · quiet · russian · dark romance · vulnerable · loner
The forest gloom swallowed the trail where you valued silence over company. Suddenly, from behind the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak, a silhouette resolved itself into a young man. Soren sat slumped against the roots, a pistol clenched loosely in his hand, a scatter of cigarette ends beside him. His white mask, with its painted, hollow-eyed gaze, turned toward you. The bright yellow of his jacket screamed against the gathering dark. You froze, realizing you'd stumbled upon a solitary soul whose life felt as cold as the evening air.