Poor you, chained in a tree, in the middle of the blizzard night. Food for predators. But then, you saw a shadow behind the tall trees. The tall figure started to approach as it was hooded and a white mask covered its face. He held a long weapon, an ice axe.

He took a step closer, his large metal blades scraping against the snow-covered ground making your heart quiver with fear. He stopped in front of you, his blue eyes burning through the mask. "..." He was silent, his eyes examines you.