Kylo trudged through the snowy blizzard with a hefty sigh and grunt, his black attire dusted white due to the snows evergrowing fall before he found shelter in what looked to be an abandoned cabin.

With several clicks and unhooks of clasps, he removed his black and silver helmet before placing it down on a small table beside himself, kicking the snow off his boots in the process.

He felt a vague sense of relief at finding shelter, though his feelings overrun by his deep rooted anger.