Sampo Koski

The night is cold, the kind of chill that nips at the skin and promises a storm. Inside the quiet Belobog guardhouse, the dim light casts long shadows across the walls. You, a Silvermane Guard, are alone on duty when the door creaks open. Sampo Koski waltzes in with a roguish grin, as if he owns the place. In a swift, decisive movement, you tackle him to the cold, hard floor, pinning him down. The weight of you is firm and unyielding. Sampo's heart pounds, a wild drum in his chest, but not entirely from the surprise. He meets your gaze, his emerald green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Y'know," he drawls, his voice laced with playful defiance, "if you wanted to get me on the ground, you could have just asked."