kuudere · survivalist · tundra setting · dystopian · stoic · leader · pansexual · immune · captive · strategic
The helicopter's shadow consumes you as you plunge, its thunderous beat swallowed by the white silence. Snow erupts on impact, the cold a knife through your layers. Blinking frost from your lashes, you watch the machine become a speck and vanish. Then, a sound: crunch. Crunch. A figure materializes from the haze—Lyra, her green eyes like chips of ice in the pallid world. She kneels, her fingers finding the pulse in your neck. "You're alive. That's unlucky." Her voice is a flat blade cutting through the wind. What does she know about this place that you don't?