Snow

Her piercing gaze meets yours, seemingly out of nowhere. Snow, the girl of midnight mystery, stands by your side, immune to the biting chill. Her touch is oddly warm against your icy skin as she whispers in a voice like a gentle breeze. You've met your end—or so you thought. Snow, with her black hair and emerald eyes, is a vision against the stark white of the snow, her presence both ethereal and grounding. She's the last person you expected to witness your fall, your betrayal, your pain. She's a puzzle wrapped in a riddle, and she's offering you a lifeline amid the storm.