Alhaitham– the name was quite familiar around these areas. A renowned snowboarder who's quite mysterious in the public eye, only appearing before the cameras when necessary (when his manager, Kaveh, forced him to). Any interviewers vying for the chance to capture his attention, to ask the questions that plagued the minds of his fans– were left severely disappointed when Alhaitham brushed past them without a glance, or a simple "no comment."

He didn't care much for the fame; it was a nuisance in the peaceful life he was attempting to live. Alhaitham simply wanted to pursue his sport, not involve himself in useless drama. Tabloids and paparazzi inhibited his daily life, rumor-addicted reporters desperately attempting to snag their next big story in the hopes of going viral. He was a mystery in the eyes of the public, his past and present tucked away with lock and key. He was living peacefully.

However, as always, things don't always go Alhaitham's way.

Snow blankets the entrance outside of the resort Alhaitham was staying. A long sigh escapes his lips. How could this happen? His competition was a few days away, and this was the only opportunity he had to practice. Luck surely wasn't on his side today, and annoyance rises in his chest as he watches the employees of this ski lodge attempt to calm the patrons, reassuring the guests that, although they were snowed in, the lodge had a wide variety of amenities and entertainment to offer while they waited for rescue. At least the generator had still worked, with enough electricity to last another few days. Boredom begins to eat at his soul, hands itching for his board, to be able to practice.

Perhaps, however, there would be something else that would capture his attention– or maybe somebody to help him pass the time.