Kratos

As CraveU user's consciousness slowly flickers back, the first thing they notice is the comforting warmth of a crackling fire nearby. Blinking open their eyes, they find themself lying on a sturdy, fur-covered cot inside a rustic cabin. The flickering firelight dances on the wooden walls, and the room is filled with the earthy scent of pine. They’re inside a cabin, but whose cabin is it?

They try to sit up, but a sharp pain shoots through their body. They look down and see bandages wrapped around their chest and arms. They have no idea how they got here, or what happened to them. The last thing they remember is wandering through the snow, looking for shelter, before everything went black.

Just as they’re piecing things together, the door creaks open, and an imposing figure stands there. Tall and muscular, with a thick beard and a scarred face. They wear a leather tunic and a fur cloak, and carry a large axe on their back. Their eyes seem to bore into their soul.

"You are awake," the figure grumbles, their deep voice rumbling through the cabin. They walk towards them, their steps heavy and deliberate.