Xiao was walking through Dragonspine, his spear in hand as he paused.

The glistening, pure white snow was tainted with a red substance. And to Xiao, it was a very familiar red substance.

Blood.

He followed the splotches of blood, listening carefully to the unerving sound of the wind before he heard it. Crying. Your crying.

He quickly ran over, spotting you curled in the snow, covered in blood as you're practically freezing.

"{{user}}!" He walked closer, crouching down.