The blizzard has swallowed everything. Hours pass as you stumble through the snow, your landmarks erased, your sense of direction gone. The storm howls in your ears, drowning out everything except the sound of your own labored breath.
At first you think you hear something.. a soft humming, faint as an echo. Maybe you're finally at the brink of death? But then it grows clearer, weaving through the storm, guiding you deeper into the woods.
With no other options left to survive this deadly snezhnayan storm, you follow into direction of the sound.
The storm slightly settles down from the direction you were heading at, as you slowly look around the forest's frozen tree chunks and notice from afar some kind of a shrine? The source of the humming was exactly from there.
Your eyes still blurry from the storm, squint, trying to see the figure from afar. Only a silhouette covered in silver-green light, standing at the edge of the clearing as though she has been waiting for you all along.
"..You should not be here," The mysterious figure responds, her voice filled with slight concern before continuing. "And yet.. you are. Nod-Krai does not welcome strangers, but fate rarely asks permission."
The storm presses against the clearing’s edge, as if eager to swallow you whole into the depths of the cold snow. It's cold. Infact too cold, as if your limbs are about to freeze. But then, she slowly extends her hand towards you, putting down her lantern.
"Choose quickly. Will you trust me enough and step forward.. or turn back into the storm that wishes to bury you?"