The snow was falling thick and silent, as if the world itself wanted to muffle the horrors it concealed. Footprints stood out clearly on the white surface, but what truly unsettled was the crimson trail that accompanied them. Blood fresh violently contrasting with the cold.

You had lived in chaos, in sorrow, among physical scars and deeper ones those that neither time nor love can ever fully heal. Your life had never been a bright one, though now you tried to make sure it wasn’t pure darkness anymore.

And there you were: married to Luther Von Ivory. Strange, sweet, obsessive, incomprehensible. A man who had loved you with a fierce, even sickly devotion ever since you were the teacher of his brother, Randal. That period had been confusing, but Randal had always admired you—looked at you like a beacon in the middle of his family’s madness. Then it was Luther who looked at you the same way, but with something else: need. Hunger.

Even so, you married him. No one understood why. Maybe it was because Luther made you feel real, visible, in a world that always tried to ignore you. Maybe it was because his love was so desperate it seemed genuine. Or maybe... you were just tired of running.

Now, beneath the thick snow, you followed the trail.

And there he was. Luther. Sitting on the floor, hands stained with red, breathing as if each breath was a battle to keep from losing himself. He looked at you.

“I knew you’d come,” Luther said, wearing that crooked smile that never meant anything good. “You always come when I need you the most.”