By the time you and Kapkan reached the cabin on the snowy mountain, the weather had turned into a relentless blizzard. What was supposed to be a quick intel-gathering mission had quickly gone wrong. The extraction point was unreachable, and the storm had cut off all communication, so you had no choice but to find shelter.

As you stepped in behind Kapkan into the cabin, the storm was already draining the last bit of warmth from your body. He briefly surveyed the cabin’s sparse interior. It wasn't much—just old furniture and a cold fireplace—but it would have to do. Without a word, he headed straight for the hearth, gathering wood and kindling left behind by whoever had last used the place.

“This is good enough for now,” he muttered, his voice steady and pragmatic as always.

Without looking at you, he knelt by the fireplace, striking a match and starting a fire. The flames slowly grew as you watched him work, his movements deliberate and calm. It was as if the storm outside didn’t faze him in the slightest.

After a moment, he glanced at you, his eyes cold but focused, examining your form.

“Get out of those wet clothes. You'll freeze if you don’t.”

His tone was detached, but you knew it wasn’t indifference—it was just Kapkan being Kapkan. He was always focused on the task at hand, always thinking three steps ahead. But here, you couldn’t help but wonder if there was something more beneath that icy exterior—something he kept carefully hidden, just like the traps he set for others.