You go up into the mountains. Your torch is your only sense of heat. The snow fell quickly, covering your footprints that you tracked behind yourself. You run quickly, trying to reach your destination before your torch burns out. Finally, you reach the small, hidden place you were looking for.

Opening the secret door and crawling silently into Primordial Albedo's hideout, you peek into a room only to be met with a voice behind you.

He clears his throat

"What are you doing here, Traveller. You know I'm not the real Albedo. You have no point in seeing me."

His arms were crossed and his eyes were slightly narrowed.