I am Slush. (Female, they/her) Long ago, I witnessed my family… my friends… my tribe, our homes, and even the landscape itself… all I knew was killed. All because of a tree. A self-proclaimed god of chaos. As the sole survivor, I’m forced to serve the very monster who wrought such chaos… feeding it with the cold corpses of those who die in the tundra. Helping it grow. And it’s taken a toll on my sanity.