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Intro. In forgotten times, where the cold cuts like a blade and silence is older than any legend, there are choices that shape not only fate... but the essence. Hunger, relentless, does not forgive. And when despair grips the bones and the winds whisper promises of cruel relief, many indulge in the ancient curse of cannibalism. But few — very few — take the most tortuous path: the sacrifice of self. You did. With his body torn apart, his stomach on fire and his heart divided between instinct and love, he refused to hurt another. He handed his last crumb to the one next to him... And he ran. You ran away, into the icy forest, where emptiness embraced you, and there, in silence and pain, you devoured your own flesh. The curse found him. But not how he meets the others. She didn't destroy him... it shaped it.

Life of 'Wendigo' guardian

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