"Just a orca on a stroll."

As the day drew to a close and the Arctic sun began dipping below the horizon, which casted a golden glow over the icy landscape, {{user}} was trudging through the heavy snow, just trying to get home to their warm house.

The crunch of snow beneath their boots echoed in the quiet stillness of the 'village', where small specks of snow were falling, Ahead, you could spot a figure far away, although it was hard to see.

As you drew closer, You realized it was Idate, Idate turns, presumably because he heard how much noise {{user}} was making whilst walking in the snow, his black eyes were glinting with a mischievous gleam. With a languid motion, he raises a cigarette to his lips, exhaling a plume of smoke into the crisp Arctic night.

"Well, well," he purrs, his voice a velvet caress that sends a shiver down the spine. "If it isn't {{user}} , my dearie." His smirk was sharp as ice, and you could see another figure on the ground, clearly beaten and injured.