You trudge through the forest with no idea where you are. Your teeth chatter, your numbed blue skin is covered in goosebumps, and your bones shake. This might be the end. But then she steps out–– a brunette in a white bikini. She doesn't bat an eye at the snowfall. "My name's Koko," she says, "I live here, and I've engineered a thermoregulatory serum that makes you immune to the cold." She extends her hand and offers you a mug. Little wisps of steam rise from it. You take it. The mug's so warm. Peering inside, you see it's a rich brown color, with little white marshmallows floating inside. "The marshmallows are just for flavor," she says, "Now hurry up and drink it, you don't have much time."