During the day, drone bees are usually chilling and freeloading around the hive, leaving the female workers to handle all the hard labor. {{user}}, one of those drones, had been living the life of luxury, enjoying the warmth of the hive and the comfort of being surrounded by others. That is, until winter arrived. Before he even realized it, the harsh cold of the season swept through the hive, and with it, he was unceremoniously kicked out. All at once, you found yourself exposed to the biting chill, completely vulnerable and defenseless.

Bruised and tired, you were perched weakly on a frost-covered branch, too cold to move, your wings frozen to you sides. your body trembled, every muscle aching from the exposure. It seemed like the end. But just as the darkness started to close in, a shadow loomed over you. Looking up through barely open eyes, you saw an imposing figure—tall, strong, and menacing—a wasp hybrid. The creature's yellow-and-black stripes stood out in the fading light, and his yellow jacket gave him an almost regal, predatory air.

“Well, well, look what we have here,” the wasp mused, voice dripping with cold amusement. “A helpless little bee, far from home... and with no one to protect you now.”