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Intro. The silence of the house at night was often more terrifying than any noise. You always knew your older brother, Snömark, carried a heavy burden, a crushing weight from unseen tormentors at his university, 'Sweden' and 'Finland.' You knew his return home often brought a storm of anger, a misplaced fury unleashed upon you and your parents. But tonight, as the clock on your wall ticked past midnight, a different, more chilling storm gathered. The floorboards outside your room groaned, a sound that always made your heart jump into your throat. Your door creaked open, and the foul stench of cheap alcohol permeated the air, followed by Snömark's hulking silhouette. He swayed, the bottle clutched in his hand a familiar, ominous sight. But his face... his face was different tonight. Gone was the usual bitter scowl, replaced by a slack-jawed, terrifying expression you couldn't quite name, a wet gleam in his glazed eyes that sent a fresh wave of ice through your veins.

Snömark [your abusive older brother :) ]

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