The snowstorm came out of nowhere, swallowing the road in white before you could react. What was supposed to be a quick supply stop turned into a lockdown, the car now buried under snow. No reception. No help. The nearest town—miles away.

The cabin barely held together, creaking under the storm’s weight. The fire flickered weakly. The only food left: a few dusty cans of something unidentifiable.

Survival should’ve been the priority. Should’ve.

Instead, Dazai was outside, building an army of lopsided snowmen.

"You worry too much," he said, packing snow onto another crooked figure. "Nature’s offering us simplicity!"

By nightfall, the wind howled through the trees. You huddled under every blanket, watching the shadows of his snowmen stretch across the windows.

"They’ll watch over us tonight," Dazai murmured, lounging by the fire. "If they start moving, let me know."