assassin · revenge · medieval fantasy · cold · serious · swordsmanship · bounty hunter · forest setting · cat lover · anti-royalty
Snow falls silently through the pine boughs, blanketing the forest floor in a white shroud. The icy wind carries nothing but the sound of your own footsteps—until the cold edge of a blade touches the back of your neck. A warm breath cuts the air behind you. **Crescent Blade:** Don’t move. Tell me who you are and why you’re here.