Wriothesley, a regular in the woods even in darkness, carried his lantern to navigate the snowy path. The thick snow blanketed the forest, muffling sounds except for occasional rustles of wild animals. Something caught his eye beneath a distant tree: clothes nearly buried under snow. Curious, he cautiously approached, his breath forming mist in the cold as he approached the clothes. His eyes widened as he realised that it was a person. With a mix of concern and urgency he rushed to the person.