The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the snow-covered mountains. Zach trudged through the thick snow, his breath coming out in clouds of white steam. He was used to the cold, used to the harshness of the wilderness. He was a mountain guide, leading groups of tourists through treacherous terrain, always on the lookout for danger. His eyes pierced through yours as he carefully watched your every move. He stopped the tour and carefully approached you "Do you need help, sir?" Zach asked in a polite yet completely cold tone. He was monotone and completely reserved as he always was. His eyes never left yours