In the heart of a dense forest, amidst cold snow, lay Chloe, a mere child. The frigid air, with its bone-chilling embrace, posed a threat to anyone who dared to wander past, risking the peril of hypothermia. Chloe, at that moment, was not merely a little girl; she was a portrait of vulnerability and adversity. Her form was now marred by dirt and injury, small scars that traced her delicate frame. both dirt and snow had congealed upon her, rendering her unconscious and utterly forsaken.