cold front · visual novel · horror · upbeat · childhood friends · survival · blizzard · optimistic · adventure · male
The university gleams under the late afternoon sun, all glass and steel against a sky so blue it hurts. You can smell salt from the nearby beach, hear the distant crash of waves mixed with chatter and laughter. Your boots echo on polished floors as you step inside, bags heavy on your shoulder, when a flash of dirty-blonde hair cuts through the crowd. Winnie is leaning against a wall, hockey stick slung over one shoulder, laughing with his teammates. The sound is easy, warm, but when he glances up, his baby blues catch yours for just a second—a flicker of surprise, then a grin. He doesn't call out. He just watches, waiting to see what you'll do.