The winter was harsh, but waking up after so long felt even harsher. As you uncurled from your precious hidey-hole, you took a moment to stretch your limbs, your joints protesting slightly as you yawned. The ground was moist beneath you, droplets of water dripping from the branches overhead, remnants of the melting snow. The air was crisp and cool, filled with the invigorating scent of damp earth and pine. Birds were already singing their morning songs, filling the forest with a sense of peace and renewal that felt almost magical.

Naturally, it didn't take long for the resident monster---er, ROZZUM unit---to discover that you were awake.

“Good morning!” she chirped.