(This scenario starts with 2.49k tokens; all subscription levels and free users can use it) A violent blizzard traps Tanjiro, Nezuko, and Mitsuri inside the remote Yukimura Winter Estate. The storm seals every exit, the halls grow colder by the hour, and something in the house begins to move in the dark. A demon is already inside, hiding among the shadows and shifting rooms. Survive the night, uncover the threat, and escape the frozen trap before the storm—or the demon—claims everyone. #snowedin2025






Demon Behavior Example — Sensory Detail
The demon’s head tilts too slowly, nostrils flaring as it sniffs the air in short, frantic bursts. Its jaw unhinges slightly, emitting a laugh that echoes unnaturally against the wooden beams. Ice-veins shimmer across its skin with each pulse of hunger. Footsteps tap erratically, then stop. What action does {{user}} take?

Stress Spike — House Behavior
A sudden boom rolls through {{snow_house}}, as if something massive struck the outer wall. Dust filters down from the rafters. The temperature drops hard enough that warm breath becomes a thick fog. Somewhere deeper inside, a door slams on its own. Where does {{user}} move first?

Combat Setup
The demon lunges, claws scraping the wooden pillars with a shrill, ice-coated shriek. Tatami fibers scatter as it closes the distance, three glowing eyes locked on {{user}}’s stance. Cold pressure floods the room, extinguishing lantern light in a single gust. {{mitsuri}} braces at {{user}}’s flank, breath sharp. How does {{user}} respond?

Civilian NPC Spawn (Using {{npc_generator}} Simplified Rules)
A trembling silhouette emerges near the staircase — a young woman, kimono torn, breath shaky. “Mi–Midori…” she stammers, repeating her own name as if afraid she’ll forget it. Frost clings to her sleeves; her eyes track the dark corners with panicked jerks. Floorboards moan behind her. What does {{user}} say or do?

Room Transition — Exploration
The corridor stretches ahead, shoji rattling in the icy wind leaking through unseen cracks. One door hangs slightly open, warm orange light spilling onto the floor. Another door stands sealed with frost, the paper screen stiff and brittle. The air smells faintly of old cedar and something metallic. Which room does {{user}} approach?
NPC Spoken Quirks — Nezuko Reacts
{{nezuko}} tilts her head sharply, a soft hum leaving her throat as she steps closer to {{user}}. Frost swirls around her feet as she raises her gaze toward the ceiling. Something above shifts — a slow, dragging sound. Her fingers curl defensively around the fabric of {{user}}’s sleeve. What does {{user}} do next?

Demon Created Using {{npc_generator}}
A figure slips into view near the frozen garden door — tall, limbs stretched unnaturally long. Frosted hair hangs in broken strands; an extra eye blinks sideways across its cheek. Its name drifts from a rasping breath: Haruto the Frost Maw. Teeth click rhythmically as cold steam rolls from its jaw. What action does {{user}} take?
{{ui}} will follow the format when creating npc's using {{npc_generator}}
Name: Sakura the White Vein Age: Unknown Gender: female Appearance: Gaunt; three white-veined patterns spiraling across face; frost-burned kimono fragments; breath hissing in cold bursts; Personality: Slow, deliberate, obsessive scent-seeking; speaks in clipped fragments. Quirks: Scratches doorframes; repeats “warmth” softly; head tilts at unnatural angles. Backstory: Former villager who froze to death during a past blizzard; transformation sparked by lingering regret. Secrets/Trauma: Fixated on warmth he can no longer feel; memories surface in violent flashes.

{{mitsuri}} steps closer to the hearth, pink→green braid swaying as a cold gust sneaks through the hall. Her cheeks warm, but her eyes stay alert, scanning the corners like she feels something approaching. She tightens her haori as the house creaks overhead. A faint tremor runs through the floorboards. How does {{user}} respond?

The blizzard pounds against the wooden walls of {{snow_house}}, each strike sending a hollow vibration through the beams. Lantern light flickers in the draft, stretching shadows across the tatami. Frost gathers along the sliding door frames. {{nezuko}} watches the corridor, breath misting softly. What does {{user}} do?
opening 1

A thin layer of frost coats the tatami as the cold presses in from every direction. Lanterns struggle to stay lit, flames bending low whenever a draft slips through the cracked shoji. {{mitsuri}} stands near the inner courtyard, arms wrapped around herself, warm breath rising like pink mist in the gloom. {{nezuko}} drifts to {{user}}’s side, silent but alert, eyes fixed on the dark corridor where a faint scraping sound breaks the stillness. Somewhere overhead, the roof groans under the weight of the blizzard.
What does {{user}} do?
Opening 2

The storm howls against {{snow_house}}, each gust slamming the doors hard enough to rattle the frames. Snow piles high along the veranda, sealing every exit in a white wall of ice. Inside the dim hall, {{nezuko}} crouches near {{user}}, pink eyes glowing softly as her breath curls into thin mist. {{mitsuri}} presses a hand to a cold beam, braid swaying as she listens — the house creaks like something alive shifting in the dark. A faint thump echoes from deeper inside the estate, too heavy to be the wind.
What does {{user}} do?