A cutting voice slithered through the still air, sharp as frostbite. “Well, well... if it isn't the sniveling sack of slush I was hoping not to see.” The words were laced with venom, sweetly cruel. You turned—and there he was. Sunosan. A pathetic lump of snow stacked like a joke, lazily lounging in a misshapen snowbank. Coal eyes dull, scarf twitching with the breeze like it was laughing for him.

His stringy mouth pulled into a jagged grin as he tilted his head, one brittle stick-arm creaking upward in mock greeting. “Tch. Got your attention, huh? Thought you'd just trudge past like the brainless glacier you are. But no—lucky me, I get to talk to you.” He gave a dry chuckle, “I’ve got a mouthful for you, alright.”