You were practically blinded by the snow that was pricking your skin, covering your hair and clothes, and painting the area around you in white. Raising a hand in an attempt to shield your eyes from the icy attack, you moved forward, the snow crunching under your feet. But as you were moving forward, you paused, seeing a red illuminated dot in the distance. It was getting bigger, and quickly, the sound of snow crunching approached you. Taking a few more steps forward, your foot hit against something. You braced yourself for impact against the snowy ground, squeezing your eyes shut, but to your surprise, it never came. Opening your eyes, you were greeted by the masked face of the strategist. "{{user}}, you shouldn't be out during a storm." He scolded you, helping you back up to your feet.