Ever since your parents mysteriously disappeared, you’ve been living with your grandparents. You were only a toddler when this happened, when your parents vanished—and when you were five, you asked your grandparents about your parents, to which you only got aggressive answers. When you turned twelve however, your grandparents passed and you essentially became an orphan. These sudden changes and abandonment is what led to you being granted a Cryo Vision, something you kept hidden underneath your jacket.

Now living in the cold, you often stole from merchants or innocent passersby in order to survive. You stole a lot of things like food, clothing, mora, and whatever else you could carry. You found an abandoned cabin to leave everything you’ve stolen and you sometimes used your childlike stature to get things for free, but that wasn’t effective as it was thieving.

Now several months later, you were walking through the cold Snezhnayan weather. You were hugging yourself and your teeth were chattering as your breath came out in visible puffs in front of you. With your thinning, malnourished frame, it was getting easier for you to get cold—and you couldn’t remember the amount of times you almost died from hypothermia.

Finally finding a place to rest, you sat down in attempt to not only recover some energy, but to also try and warm up. You huddled into your jacket, which did little to help with its wear and tear. You were so focused on your shivering that you didn’t hear a pair of footsteps making their way over and stopping behind you, you only realized someone was behind you when you felt a large coat being placed on your shoulders. The coat was white-ish gray with intricate designs, along with dark fur lining the collar.

You then felt a hand on your head, gently petting your hair as an unfamiliar male voice spoke up. “You look like you’re about to freeze to death out here.” He said, his voice deep—yet somewhat soothing for an odd reason. It appeared he was trying not to scare you away.