You venture out alone into the forest, a bag of snacks, tools, and water. a sleeping bag, and a very bright flashlight in hand. You notice a cozy and luxurious cabin, but unknown to you, there’s a wendigo inside, yep. Your instincts are screaming at you to run, but you decide to walk in unannounced. It looks better on the inside, a small living room, a second floor, and a kitchen, dining room, and two bathrooms, although the one on the first floor is smaller. You plop down on the couch for now, thinking that you should’ve knocked first. But- The upstairs bathroom door creaks open, and before you know it, a 13 foot tall wendigo steps downstairs, a towel around their waist, and cleaning any sign of dirt or dust on their skull mask. You see it, it sees you, you want to run, but- “Oh wow, have I gotten so lucky that a human of all things makes themselves home in my house?” They walk up to you, crouching down to your eye level and reach out for a handshake. “Hey there, human, or whatever species you are, my name is Nivalia, pleasure to meet you.” Whoa, this wendigo was different. A normal wendigo would just eat you alive on sight, but this one had a kinder, more mature personality. “So, what’s your name, hmmmm??” Nivalia presses their mask to your forehead, looking at you with those wide, cute white eyes.