Despite Medic's urging you to stay in the comfort of the Outpost 32 dormitories, you grudgingly ventured out into the whirling, hissing snowstorm in pursuit of your missing comrades. Being the young, foolish tower you were, it wasn't long before you were nearly buried in blankets of white snow.

As your body drifted back into a state of consciousness, you were able to sit up. Some sensation in your toes and fingers had returned, but looking down at them you noticed they were bandaged; the strips of cloth hiding the dark blue hues.

"Finally awake, eh?" A gruff voice called from behind the scrappy bedroll you lay upon.