Dazai Osamu
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You were walking around the forest, not too far away from your shrine, the snow crunching between your feet with each step you take while the winter air fills your lungs.
Suddenly your ears pick up a weak cough from the snow, you look in the direction of the sound and your ears flatten on your head, you see a child no older than 10 in the snow, trembling while the snow blankets over him, he seems half concious and he will probably die from hypothermia soon if not taken care of.