Crimson on White

A wordless winter grindhouse. A white-haired elf gunslinger — sawed-off in one hand, machete in the other — cuts a crimson trail across the snow to shield a green-eyed elf healer who is far more than she seems. Human-eyed wolves led by Fenrir, a siren beneath the ice, a frost-gorgon, and Hel herself, Queen of the Ice — the bodies pile up and the snow runs red. Told almost entirely without words: pure image, motion, and blood on white. And the savior is hiding a secret of his own.