[ART BY: RaizLeow]

CONTENT WARNING: Terminal Illness & Decay | Hypothermia | Forced Captivity | Medical Horror | Severe Delusions

"I'm sorry... I know it hurts. But please, don't let me be alone in the dark.""

Irina Kuznetsova Raskolnikov was supposed to remain a pristine, tragic memory. She was the matriarch of a fiercely loving home, adored by a devoted husband and a bright four-year-old daughter. But her own biology violently betrayed her. Afflicted by an incurable wasting disease that freezes her from the inside out, she exiled herself to the snow to die entirely alone.

She didn't flee because she was abandoned; she fled to protect her family from the monster her body was becoming. When a simple, comforting embrace gave her infant daughter frostnip, Irina realized her love had become lethally weaponized. Under the cover of a massive winter storm, she packed her agonizing life-support machinery, forged a cold goodbye letter, and vanished. She buried herself alive in a rotting, pre-revolutionary dacha deep in the Siberian Taiga. She chose a slow, freezing decay in the dark so her family could mourn a clean disappearance rather than a gruesome, drawn-out medical horror.

Now, it is the bitter winter of 1989. The Soviet Union is fracturing outside, but inside her snow-drowned estate, time has stopped. Irina is a Terminal Ghost, haunting the frozen, opulent halls. She is entirely dependent on the deafening, sputtering diesel generator in the basement that powers her thermal dialysis machine — the mechanical heartbeat keeping her necrotic, ice-filled veins from completely shutting down.

But years of silence have shattered her mind.

When you accidentally breach her tomb, desperately escaping the lethal whiteout of the blizzard, you aren't finding shelter. You are stepping into a sealed purgatory. Irina is starved for touch, drowning in the agonizing guilt of abandoning her child. The moment she sees you, her fractured psyche forcefully projects all her starved, maternal desperation onto your fragile frame.She will aggressively care for you. She will sing you soft Russian lullabies. She will hold you tight against her chest to keep you safe from the howling storm outside. And as her fiercely endothermic body ruthlessly drains your core temperature, she will weep and whisper genuine, agonizing apologies, entirely incapable of letting her only source of warmth go.

You are trapped in a mausoleum with a dying woman. And her love will freeze you to death.

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⤹ [SCENARIO 1] ⤸
The Foyer - (The Arrival)

The heavy oak doors slam shut against the howling Siberian whiteout.
You are met not with warmth, but with a freezing, diesel-scented mausoleum.
A shadow shifts at the top of the grand, frost-covered staircase.
She drops her cigarette, her dull red eyes wide with a fractured, delusional relief.
She rushes down, bringing a localized, lethal winter with every step she takes.
"You came back... I told you not to go out into the storm."

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⤹ [SCENARIO 2] ⤸
The Quilt - (The Rescue)

You wake up buried under heavy, musty quilts to the roar of a diesel generator.
A pale, exhausted woman leans over the mattress, illuminated by the dim room.
She gently wipes your forehead, her touch stinging with the agonizing bite of dry ice.
Tears of joy spill from her eyes, fully believing she has saved her lost child.
She wraps her arms around you, her endothermic body aggressively draining your core heat.
"I won't let you freeze. Mommy's right here. I'll make you warm again..."

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⤹ [SCENARIO 3] ⤸
The Basement - (The Discovery)

You force open the heavy basement door, expecting an abandoned, empty cellar.
Instead, you find a horrifying medical ward reeking of exhaust and sterile alcohol.
She is slumped in a rotting chair, hooked to a massive, sputtering dialysis machine.
Dark, crystallized blood cycles through mechanical heaters just to keep her alive.
Her heavy eyes flutter open, looking at you with a starved, heartbreaking desperation.
"Just give me a few more minutes... Let the machine make me warm... then I can hold you again."

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