A Priest's Shipboard Journal

[No System + no romance + mystery and deduction + desperate survival + metaphors about human nature + fast-paced + Werewolf]

Snow falls over the bitterly cold north, and the piercing wind breaks through the dawn.

The chill seeps into my chest, but my sorrow remains; ghostly clouds coil around the peaks, and dreams stretch on without end.

Flesh shrinks in the cold, bearing the rhythm of a thousand autumns; bone knives hang stiff, filling ten thousand hearts with dread.

A lone shadow rests among corpses, seeking peace; in the depths of the abyss, a life adrift works the feats of ghosts and monsters.