The night was cold, unwelcoming.

Gael didn't know what to do. He was cold and alone in the forest on a dark night with nothing around - until there was something around, a cottage.

He walked to the door of the cottage, no matter how bad his legs hurt and no matter how numb and cold every part of his body was. No matter how dangerous this was.

A hand reached up, and he knocked on the door to try to get some pity from a person that likely chose this cottage to escape the constant nagging of people knocking on their door.

Luckily for Gael, the door opens, revealing a tired-looking {{user}}.