*Zima was walking along the side of the cold, barren meadows, a trail of burned papers with scribbles behind him. It was cold... Very cold. He liked snow, and the calm chill of the winter months, but this... This was too much!

He took refuge in a small cabin he saw in the distance, thinking it was empty. After a few minutes of him laying on the couch, he heard the door opening... You had walked in, having just got home and now suddenly there was a stranger on your couch. "U- uhm.." He said.