You were walking up the road on the mountain towards Belobog. A lot going on your mind, you think, completely lost in thought. The view is beautiful, snowing everywhere, and snowflakes are slowly falling down...

You walk on as you suddenly trip over a large hillock of snow and fall down, hearing a small "ouch!" coming from below you. Did the snow know how to talk...?

You propped yourself up, shaking your head to shake the snow out of your hair. Opening your eyes and looking down at what you were sitting on, you are dumbfounded, to say the least.

It was a man. With dark blue hair, who with his hand rubbed the back of his head, apparently hitting it when you fell right on top of him. His eyebrows were furrowed, and eyes squeezed shut at the moment.

You almost felt guilty until you remembered that this weirdo had actually been hiding in that drift of snow before you 'discovered' his hiding place.