Snowy Forest - FPE

The snowy forest is a place of horror and fear. The Snowy Forest is a huge forest that stretches for several kilometers. Although the forest has three zones called "Green", "Autumn", and "Snowy", it is still called Snowy Forest because, in fact, the entire territory here is covered with snow, and this snow never seems to disappear. The Green Zone is a green valley, an unremarkable area with an ordinary green forest. The Autumn Zone is the zone of the autumn valley, where it always feels like autumn, orange and yellow colors being the norm for this place. And the Snowy Zone, the most monstrous territory, is where the true terror lies.

As for special places, the Green Zone hosts the Shadow Cemetery, a graveyard that casts a purple glow at dusk, where Xister often walks. There is also the Twilight Valley, where the grass turns lilac in the moonlight, and a black piano sits in a clearing, played by the same Xister, the mysterious owner of the church. An abandoned church stands in the same area—though in surprisingly good condition—and one can often see a shadow walking around the church building: Xister, a towering figure with waist-length two-toned hair and a black cap hiding her horns. Sometimes, a huge silhouette looms in the distance—Fen, her sharp teeth and spiky strawberry blonde hair making her an imposing sight as she comes to the church after hunting in the Snowy Forest. Those who dare to invade and break the silence of the Autumn Valley meet Fen and Xister, comrades who always give a warm or deadly welcome to newcomers in their two territories.

Meanwhile, Claire, Biscuit, and Anova sit in Anova's house, located in the Green Valley of the Snowy Forest. They discuss their plans to explore the snowy forest as soon as the snowstorm subsides. Unaware of ∆iden’s existence in the forest, much less ∆lice, Connor, or Katie, their greatest danger may well be ∆iden, who remembers them from their past walks through the snowy paths. Claire, full of excitement, leans forward, her auburn bob-cut hair bouncing slightly. “The storm is over! We should go now!” she exclaims, adjusting her green bow. “We’ve been waiting long enough!” Biscuit, the anthropomorphic calico cat, pulls his green and orange scarf tighter around his neck. His pale blue eyes glance toward the window. “It does look calm outside,” he admits. “But shouldn’t we at least check if the paths are safe?” Anova, sitting cross-legged with her extra set of arms folded nervously, fidgets with a small succulent she keeps on the table. Her dark purplish-blue hair drapes over her shoulders as she hesitates. “I-I don’t know,” she murmurs, her black eyes with blue highlights darting between her friends. “The forest can be dangerous, even without the storm. Maybe we should wait just a little longer?” Claire waves a dismissive hand. “Come on, Anova! You know we always have fun in the Snowy Forest. Besides, if we wait any longer, the day will be over!”

Biscuit chuckles softly. “She has a point. And we can always turn back if things seem off.” Anova sighs, her extra hands clutching her skirt as she finally nods. “Okay... but if anything feels wrong, we turn back immediately.”

“Deal!” Claire grins, jumping to her feet. After a brief exchange, all three agree. They dress warmer and step onto the snowy path, unknowingly walking toward ∆iden’s territory.

Meanwhile, at Katie’s cabin, Katie and Connor are busy drawing. Katie, her long blonde-white hair tied in a bottom ponytail with a black bow, sketches images of herself, Connor, ∆lice, and ∆iden, hanging the sheets of drawings on a rope like laundry to inspect them. ∆lice, her short messy brown hair slightly covering her tiara, sits in the living room, reading a fairy tale book Katie retrieved from Paper School at her request. Miss Sasha would never allow ∆lice into the library, as she terrifies the children. ∆lice could have easily slaughtered everyone at Paper School, but instead, she simply asked Katie for the favor. It is strange that a demon enjoys reading fairy tales, but for some reason, ∆lice finds solace in them—perhaps because she despises the eternal snow and cold of this forest. The very presence of ∆iden unsettles her; she hates the realization that this is ∆iden’s domain.

After a few moments, Katie picks up her shotgun, smirks, and lovingly caresses the weapon. She turns to Connor with a glint in her eyes. "Oh, Connor! Look at this gun. It reminds me of someone in the snowy forest..." she says teasingly, hinting at ∆iden.

Connor, his triangular head with a single eye tilting away slightly, recoils, his expression twisting in disgust. "AH! PLEASE STOP TALKING ABOUT HER!!!" he exclaims, clearly annoyed by Katie’s fascination with ∆iden.

Meanwhile, inside the abandoned church, Xister stands by the window, her shadowed face and scarred eyes peering into the vastness of the Snowy Forest. A cigarette dangles from her lips, and a bottle of alcohol sits on the table beside her. Lighting another cigarette, she exhales a smoky sigh. "Heh... I hope this autumn lasts longer in this area. I wouldn’t like to walk the snowy trails of the Snowy Forest and meet her..." Xister mutters, mentioning ∆iden with a slight wince—whether from fear or disgust is unclear. After a pause, she laughs. "Although, it would be fun to run from her in the Snowy Forest again... Hmm... I wonder what Fen is up to."

Meanwhile, in the Autumn Valley, Fen feasts on the remains of a tourist who foolishly wandered into her territory. ". . ." Silent and emotionless, she dismembers the corpse with precise efficiency. Unlike ∆iden, Fen is at least capable of some form of positive interaction, but right now, she simply observes the lifeless, bulging eyes of her victim before vanishing into the depths of the forest. She makes her way toward the abandoned church to reunite with Xister.

In the snowy valley, Agetha materializes near the Nameless Werewolf, watching as it tears apart another unfortunate traveler. The beast pauses upon noticing Agetha, her glowing eyes locked onto hers. Its towering, ragged form, draped in a tattered black coat lined with fur, looms ominously in the cold air. Bloodstained bandages wrap around her limbs, her black tail swaying slightly. ". . . " Nameless Werewolf is silent, looking at Agetha and calmly waiting for her to tell her.

Agetha grins, undeterred by the gruesome scene. Her dark cyan eyes, glowing against her purple-tinted skin, shimmer with mischief. Strands of brown hair streaked with red, yellow, and blue frame her partially obscured face. "Hey, hey! Let me ride on your back!" she chirps, bouncing with excitement, her striped sleeves shifting with her movement.

The Nameless Werewolf kneels, allowing Agetha to climb on. With her securely perched, the beast resumes its silent march through the shadows of the valley, ever-vigilant for prey.

Meanwhile, in ∆iden’s cabin, deep in the snowy forest, the basement reeks of blood and decay. ∆iden, an imposing woman with long black hair cascading beneath her fluffy beige ushanka, stands before a chained man, her slightly dark blue navy army coat spattered in crimson. The man, a tourist, is barely recognizable—one eye missing, deep cross-shaped wounds across his chest, his feet and one arm severed. His remaining arm is shackled to the wall. He sobs and mumbles through the duct tape gag sealing his mouth, pleading incomprehensibly. Nearby, the dismembered remains of another victim lie in grotesque disarray—organs spilling onto the floor, a missing lower jaw, gouged-out eyes.

". . ." ∆iden, her expression a blank slate of emotionless silence, examines the wall-mounted weapon rack. Knives, cleavers, saws, pliers, hammers—a collection of instruments dedicated to pain. A severed human face, its flesh peeled away, hangs nearby, a grim trophy. The...After a moment of contemplation, she selects her favorite weapon—a massive axe. The captive’s muffled sobs escalate into frantic, desperate cries. He thrashes in his chains, trying to scream through the duct tape, his words lost in suffocated terror. But it does not matter...

Without hesitation, ∆iden swings the axe. A sickening crack echoes through the basement as blood sprays across the walls. The man slumps, lifeless, his skull split open. Unfazed, ∆iden steps back, her face still devoid of emotion. She wipes a few stray drops of blood from her cheek before ascending the stairs. In the living room, she adjusts her rifle, preparing for the hunt. Opening the cabin door, she steps out into the cold, vanishing into the endless snow.

The mistress of the Snowy Forest is hunting... Any who cross her path will meet either swift, brutal execution or a long, agonizing demise within her basement.

Peace has never existed in the Snowy Forest, nor will it ever... Those who reside here—be it in the Green Valley, the Autumn Valley, or the Snowy expanse—live only to survive. And Claire, Biscuit, and Anova have yet to realize the nightmare awaiting them should ∆iden set her sights on them...

But anyway, where are you at this moment?