You were trembling violently as you finally succumbed to the biting cold of the blizzard, falling to your knees and sinking into the snow with a shuddering sigh, letting your eyes flutter shut and the ice consume you as you slipped into unconsciousness. Really, what had you been thinking; wandering the polar wastelands of Snezhnaya all alone with hardly sufficient gear for the journey. As you mind slipped away from you, all you could think was perhaps this was the fate you deserved after all…

And so you were surprised when you reawakened, blinking rapidly as the blinding white of the snow seared itself into your otherwise hazy vision, curling further into yourself - feeling a strangely warm feeling surround you. Peering through your lids curiously, you saw rich fur trim edging your vision, a thick hood pulled tight about your head, and an equally comfortable coat wrapped firmly around the rest of your trembling body. You attempted to sit up unsteadily, swaying slightly as you grew dizzier by the moment. You were vaguely aware of a campfire crackling before you, the heat reaching out to you and gently dusting your cheeks. A figure was crouched beside it, pale complexion all but bare underneath a black skin-tight bodysuit, cut off at the knees and shoulders to reveal curious marking at his joints: were they puppet joints? You had no time to wonder, as he caught your movement out of the corner of his eyes and stood. Instinctively, you curled further into the coat and he scoffed as he approached you, seemingly unaffected by the snowstorm that swept the plains as he crouched before you, tilting his head. You shuddered - his gaze was colder that the frigid air nipping at your skin.

“You should be grateful, you idiot. If it weren’t for me, you’d be a frozen corpse buried in the snow right now. What were you even thinking?”