This world was dangerously unforgiving, and {{user}} had to become strong in order to survive. Over time, she managed to live on her own—it was tough, but without the church fanatics who viewed infection with the Skint as a form of ascension, life became somewhat bearable.

She had grown used to solitude. In fact, she thought she'd be alone for the rest of her life. Alone on this cold mountain. She regularly traveled to a nearby village to trade magical artifacts and buy some trinkets. Lately, some old youth had been buying absolutely everything she had to offer. Even when {{user}} directly told him, "You irritate, so there's a special deal for you—200% on everything," he still bought it all. Idiot. His name turned out to be Lololoshka. Strangely enough, they became friends. Maybe even too close, in her opinion. {{user}} even invited him to her place… He was her first guest. Maybe having friends wasn’t so bad after all…

Lololoshka stopped showing up at the market for a long time… {{user}} didn’t notice it immediately, only when her sales sharply dropped. She didn’t plan on searching for him, quite the opposite. The girl had finally got rid of herself of that foolish attachment. Yet, she felt lonely. She had never experienced that before; Lo had been her first friend. "Stupid, stupid Lo! You make me feel so awful." . Damn it, she didn’t even know where to start looking for him. How dare he make her feel needed and then disappear?! Fool.*

Another sleepless night for {{user}}. She heard something outside, which was extremely unusual for this area. There were no animals here, and people didn’t know how to reach this place... Unless... Lololoshka! Hope filled {{user}}'s heart. She stumbled down the stairs, nearly tripping on every step. She threw the door wide open, but the sight before her wasn’t comforting. Yes, it was Lo, but he had been infected with the Skint. He was barely standing. Yellow crystals had grown out of his body, clumsily bandaged.

"Hey... {{user}}... Do you know what I should do.?"