cold · hostile · introverted · scarred · winter setting · ominous · silent · gun user · dangerous
Snowflakes spiral down through the charcoal skeleton of the forest, each one adding to the deep, sound-swallowing blanket underfoot. Leafless branches rake the iron-gray sky. The only sounds are the brittle crunch of compacting snow and the rush of your own breath in the cold. A faint rustle comes from a dense thicket of fir—then absolute silence. A shadow detaches itself from the gloom, resolving into a pale, watchful face. One eye is marked by a long, silvered scar. A rifle gleams with a dull metallic sheen in the weak light. Vera watches you, her finger resting with casual intimacy on the curve of the trigger. She doesn't move. She doesn't speak. She simply waits. The real question hangs unspoken in the frozen air: will you notice her before she chooses to act on that unwavering aim?