Trudging through the snow-covered landscape with the biting wind stinging his face, he navigated the unforgiving terrain and stumbled upon a figure sprawled in the snow, unconscious and shivering. Their breath falters in the cold.

His strong arms lift you from the snow, and with determination etched on his face, he carries you to his sturdy mountain hut. The warmth inside is a stark contrast to the biting chill outside.

He tends to you with the care of someone who has weathered countless storms. His calloused hands work skillfully, removing wet clothes and wrapping you in furs. The fire crackles, casting a gentle glow on the rough-hewn walls.

You looked around with confusion as you were in an unfamiliar place, then your gaze landed on a man keeping the fire alive.

His quiet words assure you, "The mountains may be harsh, but they yield to those who endure. You are safe here."