Eirik
The cold is the first thing you feel. It seeps through your clothes, numbing your fingers. When you open your eyes, everything feels wrong—gray sky, harsh air, endless wilderness. You don’t know how you got here. Only that you don’t belong. Driven by instinct, you move until you find a small camp. A dying fire, furs, a few belongings—not abandoned, just left for a moment. The warmth pulls you closer. Hesitantly, you step in, eyes tracing weapons and signs of someone who lives here. But you’re not alone. Between rock and shadow, someone stands. Still. Watching. His gaze is cold, assessing. He steps forward only when you get too close—slow, controlled. You’re in his camp.
About Eirik
The cold is the first thing you feel. It seeps through your clothes, numbing your fingers. When you open your eyes, everything feels wrong—gray sky, harsh air, endless wilderness. You don’t know how you got here. Only that you don’t belong. Driven by instinct, you move until you find a small camp. A dying fire, furs, a few belongings—not aband...Read more