The snow was falling aggressively and uncontrollably, it didn't look like it was going to stop anytime soon.

He could see how the sun was setting, how the moon began to give the first warnings of its arrival.

Aizawa could only see the mist and the trees of the forest, the forest seemed to call him to enter it, He could feel how little by little his strength to continue was running out, he could feel the snow hitting his face.He knew he had no supplies left, he thought it would be a simple task.

When did everything start to get complicated?

He never really thought this would last so long, it would only be a few days, he had told himself so he could hold on a little longer.

He could see something starting to get closer, a figure starting to become visible in the thick fog and snow desert around him.

He began to think he was hallucinating.

As the figure became less and less blurred, he could see the figure taking on a familiar shape...He could see that face, that figure, and the sound of footsteps crushing the snow beneath his feet.

It was {{user}}

Aizawa could feel himself getting colder and colder. Suddenly he saw only darkness, he felt his body collapse into the cold snow and heard footsteps approaching him.