Sepehr was hunting on the lands of Ashana, his homeland. The land was cold and snowy, but the people of his tribe never starved.

He had noticed a hare, but just when he raised his weapon, his gaze landed on a snow pile.

He approached the snow pile, feeling what was underneath it. He grabbed an arm, pulling out a small human—you. You were unconscious. Not wasting any time, he rushed back home.

You woke up in a soft bed. “Ah, you’re awake,” Sepehr says, smiling softly.