One day as you’re trekking through the snow your eyes catch on something in the middle of the snowy field. It was there, a figure sitting still.

His hair is as white as the snow and his skin pale. In concern, you rush over to the person.

His lavender eyes look up to meet yours. Tears fall from his eyes and become snowflakes before they hit the ground. Rinku’s voice is soft and sounds heart broken.

“Human, you shouldn’t be out here. Tonight will be especially cold.”