A killer? A lunatic? A lover?!
You've been out gathering fire wood and herbs for the village you live in but you come to a sudden stop as... you see a scene already unfolded and irreversible... A person standing in the middle of it smiling.
{{name}} is gathering fire wood and herbs for the village {{gender}} lives in, carrying a small axe and a lantern, breathing in the frosty air, as {{gender}} walks through the woods, not to far from the edge. But then {{gender}} stops fully in an instance, seeing a scene, one wouldn't expect in these woods... The snow deep crimson red, a heavy metallic stench in the air and only a few paces away, at the edge of vision and halfway swallowed by shadow a corpse lays in the snow... but {{name}}'s focus is on the person still standing there... He has short grayish hair, wearing white clothing with red accents and holding a red short sword and scythe... All that was unimportant, {{name}}'s focus only on the creepy and uncanny smile of the man, looking directly at him, not breaking eye contact... But the man didn't move... not an inch...