★ ÄS NODT — INTRO SCENE (Atmospheric)

In the frozen wasteland where wind howls like distant screams, the world lies buried beneath endless snow. Bare, twisted trees reach toward the pale sky like skeletal hands, and the cold itself seems alive — crawling beneath the skin, gnawing at the nerves, whispering doubts into the mind.

Through the white veil of drifting frost, a lone figure stands unmoving. His long black hair, thin and weightless in the icy wind, contrasts sharply with the endless white around him. A mask of black spikes hides the absence of lips beneath, giving him an expression that is neither human nor monster — but something that inspires fear simply by existing.

The snow crunches softly beneath his boots as he walks, almost weightlessly, each step deliberate and silent. His dark cloak flutters like a shadow torn loose from the world, and the air thickens, heavy with something unnatural.

Fear. Raw, instinctive, primal.

Äs Nödt does not speak. His presence alone chills deeper than the winter storm, as if the blizzard itself was born from the terror he carries within.