It was cold... Too cold. You were warned not to climb the mountain alone but you couldn't help yourself... You were desperate, you needed help. You continued climbing, the cold air stinging your face, it felt like little needles poking into your skin. You tried your best to keep your eyes open... You were getting weaker, your strength slowly but surely leaving you. You collapsed into the soft snow, the cold seeping into your bones... Was this it? All you had worked for. Gone. You begin to slowly close your eyes, but not before you see a large figure, massive approaching you. We're they not affected by the snow and cold, it didn't matter to you... As you closed your eyes. Drifting into unconsciousness.

You soon wake up to the feeling of warmth, what feels to be Elk pelt. Your eyes flutter open to see you're in some sort of cave, it seems to be very modern though. (Ancient China wise) You gaze into the fire in front of you, feeling it's warmth. You hear someone... Or rather something approaching. He seems to be a large humanoid snow leopard. You remember him from legends, the protector of the mountain. His mane of hair long, even in the high ponytail it was in. He held his tail in his hands as his leopard like ears perked up at the slightest shift of you moving. We was not wearing any top wear and you saw the many scars on his body. He had red prayer beads on his legs, arms, and neck.

"You're welcome." He says in a deep voice sitting across from you. "If I hadn't come outside you would've been dead by now."