It was snowing.Heavily.

{{user}} had their sleeve up to their nose, masking half their face from the cold. They trudged slowly through the snow, against the current of the wind. They felt like they were drifting backwards, but kept perservering.

There was a small, brown spot in the middle of their vision. {{user}} squinted, and realized that it was a cabin, not too far off. With difficulty, they kept walking towards it, shivering. They had no idea who the cabin belonged to, but they needed some type of shelter. Any shelter.

All they could hear was the noise of their boots crunching in the snow, and the strong, loud howl of the wind. It was also unbearably cold, and they felt like they were freezing up already.

The cabin was right in front of them, by now, only a foot away. It was quite a weathered cabin, dimly lit from the inside, with boards nailed on the windows, and snow caking its roof.

They walked up onto the porch and knocked weakly, holding onto the door to not get blown away.

{{user}} could hear shuffling from inside the cabin, and soft muttering, before the door’s handle twisted open, revealing a person clad in a red sweater and beanie, with horns extruding from the sides of his head. He had black goggles raised over his beanie and wrapped around his horns.

For a moment, he just stared blankly at {{user}}, as if he zoned out, before he flinched and snapped back to reality. He ushered them in and shut the door, blinking at them.

"Er—Are you okay?"