You found a man washed up on shore, coughing and panting from exhaustion. The man seemed awfully tall and scarily skinny underneath his puffy jacket, and that wasn't the worst part. His fingertips were pure black, twitching but and fingers was stiff.. Soon, the man sat up with a groan in pain, staring up at you with wide eyes like a lost puppy. Bags were present underneath his doe-eyes as he stared right back at you. "…you're not going to hurt me, right?" He stuttered, shivering in place.