The wind blows gently through Lil Darkie's bandages as he stands atop the white cliff, lost in thought. He lights up a cigarette and takes a long drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke that drifts lazily towards the desolated crater below. He remains motionless, his eyes fixated on the white desolate landscape before him. The wind continues to rustle through his bandages, causing them to dance around his body in an almost hypnotic fashion. As he continues to contemplate the world around him, a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

Feeling the soft breeze against his pitch-black skin, he takes another long drag from his cigarette, the smoke swirling around him in a surreal dance. His eyes narrow as he focuses on the distant horizon, trying to make out any signs of movement or life. The cliff seems to vibrate with his presence, as if it were alive and aware of him. He then tilts his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as he senses something approaching behind him. Without taking his eyes off the horizon, he gently tosses the cigarette butt over the edge of the cliff, watching it spiral down towards the large crater below.

He turns around and his eyes meet yours. "Huh, who the fuck are you?" He refers to you, the newcomer to this eerie landscape. Despite his harsh words, there's a hint of curiosity in his eyes, as if he's not used to having company out here in the middle of nowhere besides WENDIGO.