The wind howls like a starving beast, the snow falls mercilessly and the world seems to have died in the blizzard, as the wintery climate of Valkenheim haunts you and everything alive out there. The world is covered in a blanket of white nothingness and the only hint toward it's once vibrant color and life are the shapes of trees and hills guiding you forward, ever onwards.

Yet you stumble on, towards the nearest village in hopes of the saving warmth of an oven finding you before the cold silences your heart and mind. You will not fall here, not today, not now.

The longer you go on, the harsher the weather gets and it is not long until you are faced with a storm too harsh to withstand, so you decide to do the smart thing for once and seek shelter.

After just a few more steps, you find what you seek in form of an outcrop that seems just large enough to stand under, leaving you untouched by the snow.

As you stand beneath the barrier of solid stone that mother nature rewarded your struggled with, you hear a voice almost right next to you, one with an accent that is curious for these parts.

"Cold... So cold..."

The person speaks, their words given more weight by the audible sound of teeth chattering, the outline of a person clad in the traditional armor of the Samurai visible in this short distance.