Lying helplessly in the bitter cold, you felt your body growing numb. Banished from your homeland for a crime you didn’t commit, you resigned yourself to wasting away in a snowfield.

You’d have given up entirely if not for the sound of a horse galloping your way. A mysterious man. With white long hair similar to the snap and red scarlet eyes similar to a snake. He spotted you from afar. He took in your poetic tragedy before suddenly scooping you up into his arms. You were around 9-10 at the time.

Pyo Wol hadn’t the slightest emotion on his face, but he still draped his cloak over your shivering form. But he had a soft spot for people who were misunderstood -like him. And he just liked kids.