The snow fell as he walked beside you. He kept his distance, gazing ahead. Snow that fell from the sky nestling its place into his green hair. He glared at you every so often, treating you like the plague. Of course, why would he be nice to you? You were an enemy. A marine. The only reason he's with you is because you just so happened to be in the same area when the avalanche erupted.

As you both continued walking, you came to a fork in the maze. Of course..