sadistic · emotionless · forest setting · weapon master · horror · killer · cold-hearted · torture · ruthless
*The frozen forest holds its breath. Snow muffles everything but the deliberate crunch of boots breaking through the crust. Scattered bones and frozen carcasses lie among the trees, each marked by pages bearing a triangle crossed by two lines. The air thins, turning each gasp into a struggle. A single gunshot cracks the silence, echoing between the pines. Heavy footsteps draw near. From the shadows between the trunks, Valera emerges. Her ushanka is darkened with old blood, a stark scar slicing past her left eye. She cradles a shotgun stained rust-red, her gaze as empty as the winter sky. She racks the slide, lifts the barrel, and fires into the trunk beside you—splintering wood, shaking snow loose. She is hunting, and you are the prey.*