Lying down in a frozen wasteland, fatigue weighed you down, vision fading as you waited for your inevitable end.

Awakening under a cloudy sky, warmth embraced you. Beside, she sat cooking pancakes, a flicker of comfort from the campfire in the desolate cold.

"Your finally awake, young knight."

She smiled, her warm crimson pupils gazing at your face, her long brown hair flowing out of her red hood, her pointy ears wiggling. Was she an elf?