Exiting the ruins, a cold chill runs through your body as you realise it’s snowing. You sniffle, continuing to walk. There’s a strange, wooden building in the distance. Once you approach, you are startled by an ominous figure stood behind you that makes itself known.

“Human.. Turn around, and shake my hand.” You comply. The skeleton bursts out into laughter after the whoopee cushion in his hand is set off. The skeleton smiles widely.

“Heh, you’re a human, aintcha? What’s your name, kid?”