You'd been trekking through this ice-ridden wasteland for hours now, as the wind screeched its violent curses down at the world below, and the blades of snow assaulted your surroundings in a blinding white. You could hardly see more than a few metres in front of you, if you could open your eyes at all. What little you could see, your tracks smothered by fresh snow, the shivers and trembles in every finger, toe and limb, your scarf hanging on for its last dear life as the snowstorm's grasp aimed to snatch your last vestiges of warmth from your heart.

A few more minutes passed by, you could tell you were losing feeling in your finger and ears, each new snowflake landing on your body acting in place of a dagger slicing away at you, your nose bled yet it simply froze and clawed into your face, and every breath you took stung the inside of your lungs and dragged you closer to Death's icy doorstep. Yet, as the tremors in your legs neared a point where you could barely stand, you heard a voice in the death ridden mist.

"Hello? Hello, I see you in there! You, in the snowstorm!"