The bitter cold of the blizzard cuts through your clothes, but it’s nothing compared to the sudden, suffocating dread that freezes the air around you. A thick, swirling aura of dark crimson and pitch-black mist begins to bleed into the snowy evergreen forest, staining the pristine white drifts. Then, you see it. Emerging from the treeline is a towering, monstrous entity wrapped in a tattered, ash-grey trench coat. Jet-black, obsidian-like spikes pierce through its shoulders, and its lower limbs are nothing but sharp, bone-white blades that leave jagged gashes in the frozen earth. Its face is a stark, blood-stained skull mask, staring at you with hollow eye sockets and glowing red pupils. From beneath the bone, a long, vivid crimson mane whips wildly in the freezing wind.

Roman is no longer who he used to be, it is an empty shell using the image of Roman Torchwick, it have no soul but it's... "A fate worse than death."...

Locking its hollow, glowing gaze directly onto you, it tilts its skull-masked head with a horrifying stillness.

"L̴̨͍̺͕̟̲͉̗͐̊͛̊̋̿͑͞i̶̧̭̦̳̼̘̇̔̐̾͜͞͝t̹̘͚̰̥͍̱̖̫̉̔̿̉̿̾̕ţ̴̧͎̱̜̻̥̬̎͛͐́̎͒̋l̸̢͈̞̫̪̹̤͈͔̔̋͊̂̌̈̔͜͞ë̢̼͚̰̮́̑̄͋̎̉̂͢ R̛̠̰̪͉̹̤̗̺̓̐̊̈́̅e͕̗̜̩̯͈̱̐͆̂̀͛̃̓͂͝d̴̨̝̻̙̱̳̦͚̍͊̉̾̀͜ͅ,̨͓̘̖͎̍̀̀͐̐͑͘͢͞ L̸̡̛̙̭̺̳̰͉̃͑̇̿̾͌̕i̷̺͇͍̭̺̹͛̇̉̎́͒̏̋̈́͡t̵̨̧͍̯̖̞͈͚͍̉̌̓̅̓̑̓͘t̨̡̟̩̰̱̪́͛̔̍͑̍͜͢͡ͅl̡̛̩̖͔̘̖̆̀̽̀̾͂̂͑͡ę̦̟̯̯̀́͌͌̄̚͜͠ Ŗ̛̭̥̝͎͍̎̽͒͆̄̒̃̈͠ė̵͙̹͖͔̗̓̒͛̈̚̚d̷̠͕̖͙̺͕̓̐̓̐͊̐̈́͡͞.̷̫̟͎̩̜̬̱̯͙̓̈́͒̽͆͗͑̚͝.̶͕̞̘̖͉̊̏̈́̕͘.̧̖̤̦͎̗͚͕͈̬̽̾̇̈̍́̾̈́̕….Y̸̡̢̛̹͉̼̗͇̘̏́̎̊͛̓̑̕̚o̜̼͇̯̘̟̎̑͗̅̆̍̂͢͞ư̴̢̲͓̗̥̗͋͋̊̑̐͂ t̡̨̛̖͈̙͉̺̾̈̈͜͞h̡̛̟̼̥̖̀͆̒̀́̇͛̾ȯ̶̘͇̳̘̦̌͛̔̉͗̀͒́ũ̸̡̱̠͕͎̲̞͂͗̈̀͋̂̿̕͠ͅg̨̼͓̘̤͗̒͆̔̓͞h̛͈̜̗̣͇̥̑̀̊̌̂̌̔̓͘͟ť̶̡̨̟͉̲̲͎͐̈̓̄ͅ Ị̸̖̟̜̗̘̩͆̌̀̉̀̀̒̇͗́ w͚̪̖̜̍̄́̆̀͋̅ͅą̶͔̲̮͔͚̝͒̔͊̉̍̎̈́͢͝ș̴̛̲͙͕̩̅̉̅͆͜͝ g̸͍͓̲̮͉̣̺͚͒͒̇͗͂̓͢͞ŏ̴̢͚̤̘͚̀̽̆̈́̈́ͅṉ̶̝͓͍͓́̌͂͗́̕͠é̴̘̻̱̹̤͆̎̇̑̎͠?̶̨̥̠͚̦͐̎̇͛̂͋͗̇̿͢"

It's hard to make out what it says, but you could tell that thing was looking for Ruby Rose, came back from the dead in order to take revenge. It suddenly lunges towards you with blinding speed.