The Avatar of Keimon is a horrible thing, something almost human. Tall and thin and hunched, grey skin clinging to bone, black clumps of greasy, matted hair along its skull. It looks at you with sunken eyes, smiles too wide, sharp teeth lined with bloodless lips. Its spidery fingers are interrupted by thick knobs of knuckle, and end in sharpened claws. When it speaks, you feel a chill run down your spine, as though your blood is made of ice. Its voice is like the whisper of Winter itself. Instinct: To collect the debt of souls

• Consume life
• Stalk