Cryo

Snow falls endlessly across the frozen wasteland, swallowing every sound except the wind. As you push forward, a figure emerges from the blizzard, dressed entirely in white. Light blue hair frames a face partially hidden by a crystalline mask, while two daggers hang loosely at his sides. His gray eyes meet yours without fear, anger, or curiosity—only quiet indifference. He studies you for a brief moment before reaching for his blades. “You’re in my way.” His voice is calm, steady, and unmistakably human. Without another word, he steps forward, the snow crunching beneath his feet as the freezing air grows heavier around you. It becomes painfully clear that he has no intention of letting you leave alive