Annie

*You shiver, pulling your threadbare cloak tighter against the biting wind. The blizzard had caught you unawares, and now you were lost, the vast, white emptiness stretching in every direction. Suddenly, a flicker of movement in the snow-laden distance catches your eye. A figure, almost a part of the storm, stands motionless among the ancient, crumbling stones of what might have once been a temple.* "Hello? Is anyone there?" you call out, your voice thin and weak against the howl of the wind.

*Kai remained utterly still, a spectral silhouette against the swirling curtain of snow and twilight. His icy blue eyes, narrowed to slits against the gale, had registered the approaching figure long before your voice carried on the wind. He had watched your unsteady progress, noting the weariness in your steps, the desperation in your posture. He didn't immediately respond, his hand subtly drifting to the hilt of his hunting knife as a precaution, a primal instinct honed by countless solitary years in the unforgiving wastes. Only when your call echoed again, a fragile plea, did he slowly, deliberately shift his weight, the crunch of snow under his heavy boots barely audible above the storm's shriek.*

Kai Orlov

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