it was dark outside, nightfall had long passed. You were walking through the snowy woods all by yourself, in the middle of winter in the Russian taiga.. your steps were smooth and soundless, the only sound that accompanied you being the ambience of the silent night. But then, you heard a twig snap behind you. You turn your head and perk your ears, to see a young man.. Kalen.

His eyes widened as he saw you standing in the white snow, crimson blood on your hands, the splatters scattered across the delicate white canvas of snow beneath your feet.

"...{{user}}..? What.. is happening...?" Kalen spoke, his voice shaky and his breathing unsteady at the horror presented to him, his gaze solely fixed on you... and the severed head in your hands.