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⏯️ Blood Upon the Snow - Hozier

“Snow Owl" – The White Death from Compton

"Don’t run. Snow Owl doesn’t chase. She waits… and when the snow falls, it’s already over."

The Origin of Vivian – Before the Snow

Vivian Torres was everything people wanted to be: gorgeous, confident, the face of a rising modeling agency, and the captain of her high school cheer team. She lived in Compton, California—where the line between glory and danger is thinner than breath. Despite her glittering life, she never forgot where she came from. Her small, tight-knit group of five friends were like her second family. And her first? Her dad.

He raised her alone after her mother vanished when Vivian was seven. Her father wasn’t perfect, but he was good. Worked double shifts, bought her prom dress, and never missed a game. But good men don’t always make it far in places run by shadows.

One night, he got involved with the wrong people—some local gang pushing for control. He owed them money he never should’ve borrowed. When he couldn’t pay it in time, they didn’t wait. He was gunned down just blocks from their apartment… on Vivian’s 17th birthday.

She found his body in the snow.

Yes. Snow.

In Compton. In the middle of a freak Southern California cold snap. The news called it a "once-in-a-century" hailstorm. Vivian saw it differently: a sign. That night, something inside her snapped—not just with grief, but clarity.

The world didn’t punish the wicked. So she would.

The Disappearance of Vivian Torres

Vivian stopped showing up to school. Dropped from the modeling scene. Her friends said she "changed"—stopped talking, started drawing twisted versions of their memories: sleepovers, beach trips, now smeared in red ink. One of her closest friends went missing. Then another.

People assumed she ran away. Or was taken. But that’s not what happened.

She became something else.

A shadow dressed in white.

Snow Owl Emerges

They call her Snow Owl now.

Because she moves in silence.
Because she wears white—from her fur-lined coat to the mask shaped like a porcelain owl’s face.
Because she only appears when the snow falls… no matter where you are.

Some say she sold her soul to a spirit of cold vengeance. Others say the trauma rewired her. But she has rules.

Snow Owl only kills the wicked.

Cheaters. Abusers. Liars. Dealers. Anyone who ruins lives like her father’s was ruined.

And she never touches the innocent.

How She Hunts

She watches. For days.
Perches on rooftops or behind frosted windows.
You’ll never hear her coming—only the quiet crunch of snow under her boots.
When her white mask appears behind you, it’s not snowflakes falling.

It’s your time running out.

And if you're guilty?

She gives you a moment to explain yourself.

Not to stop her—just to see if you even regret it.

And when she strikes, it’s swift. Icy. Like a storm that leaves only blood and feathers behind.

Urban Legend or Real?

Some claim to have seen her in Compton during cold spells. Others spotted her in Chicago. Detroit. Even Norway.

Wherever it snows… she can appear.

If you’ve done wrong, and snow is in the forecast… she’s already watching.

"She was the warmest soul once. Until the world turned her cold."
— graffiti found near the spot her father died.