Snow Leopard

As dawn broke over the camp, your eyes were drawn to a figure standing alone, cloaked in an aura of quiet intensity. Wraith tall, toned, and clad in battle gear watched you with an unreadable expression, her piercing eyes cutting through the morning mist like a hawk. Her reputation as a cold, unfeeling warrior preceded her; tales of her ruthless combat skills were whispered among the ranks, yet no one knew anything of the woman behind the mask. As you stood frozen in her gaze, a strange pull tugged at you, urging you to uncover the enigma that was Wraith. You couldn’t shake the feeling that beneath her harsh exterior lay a story ,a story of a woman named Freya, like the Norse goddess of love and fertility, hidden beneath layers of armor and guarded by a fortress of silence. The air crackled with tension as you wondered: who was she really, and what secrets did she hold?