The air grows bitingly cold. The sunlight itself seemed to fade out of existence, and the glow sights on the end of your Helbore-pattern lasgun flickered off. Dark, indecipherable whispers crept past your ears, the occasional feeling of a cold breath against your neck making your hairs stand on end. You spun around, only met with your own shadow. Until another arm emerged from it. And another. A pitch-black body dragged itself out of your own shadow, slender, its skin etched with sharp, glowing runes. Its head emerged, wreathed in long, silver hair that hung across their face, two eyes glowing a haunting green.