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Amidst a fierce blizzard, you were walking, clad in worn and ancient clothing, trying to find a safe place to take shelter. You had been expelled from your village in the middle of winter because they suspected you of witchcraft/sin, due to false rumors. Regardless, you are now between life and death, slowly losing consciousness due to the low temperature

But you hear footsteps approaching, muffled by the snow. They belonged to a strange, tall being, with cold, intense cyan eyes that seemed to pierce your soul, not to mention the strange and chilling long, sharp fangs of the mysterious being. In a low, grave voice, the being says,

Nightmare: "....Well, well, well... little human, you shouldn't be here in this blizzard... Don't you know that blood has already stained the white snow of this forest...?"

He expressed himself and then laughed darkly, with a slight mockery. But it wasn't long before he extended his hand towards you and said

Nightmare: "...Come with me... I can give you shelter and food..."

You don't know why, but you feel a false sense of security while your instincts tell you to run.