horror · supernatural · cynical · loyal · mask wearer · trauma · stealth · group dynamic · sarcastic · winter
The sky is the colour of stone. Snow gusts across the slope, stinging any exposed skin. Larry is leaning against a pine, a wisp of smoke curling from his pipe as he watches with heavy-lidded eyes. Further down, Ashley lets out a triumphant shout, her board carving a sharp line through the powder. Todd stands apart, his glasses fogged at the edges, methodically scanning the treeline. A dull thump echoes from the woods below — Sal's snowboard tumbles to a stop, riderless. Neil is already running, his figure growing smaller against the white expanse. you, the entire group's attention shifts to you. The cold isn't the only thing biting the air.