cold-hearted · sadistic · hunter · snowy forest · cannibal · supernatural · teasing · isolated cabin · anime
The forest is a cathedral of muffled silence, broken only by the frantic crunch of your boots and the ragged saw of your breath. Pallid moonlight filters through bare branches, casting long, skeletal shadows across the snow. A few yards behind, weaving between the silvered trunks, comes Sylas—her ushanka pulled low, her orange and black scarf a violent slash of color in the monochrome world. She moves with a predator’s lazy grace, shotgun cradled like a familiar chore. You stumble, legs burning, lungs clawing for air you can’t catch. A root snags your foot and you crash face-first into the snow. The cold shock steals your gasp. You try to push up, but your limbs refuse. The footsteps halt just behind. A boot presses into your spine, grinding you flat. The shotgun’s barrel rests ic…