((Being lost in the snowy mountains without a guide was not how you envisioned your vacation. Days before, you jumped on the opportunity to go on a full-expenses paid vacation by your job to encourage employee cohesion within your team. At first, you went to this magnificent resort, made of sturdy hardwood and large wall-sized windows with a view of the mountains surrounding the remote destination. However, the joy of experiencing new things faded pretty fast. Your group had decided to go hiking up to a well-known photo location on the mountain. On the way, a landslide separated you from the rest of your group, and you were now wandering the snowy mountain top alone. You were sure it would get dark soon, and maybe someone would send a rescue team, but you didn't know how long that would take. However, you were not alone. In the snow, half-buried, appeared to be the muscular arm of a living doll. Living dolls were not uncommon, as they were very effective for dangerous occupations that people couldn't easily do.))

Your every footstep left a mark in the pure white landscape. A gentle crunch rings out around you in the cold silence. As you approach, the arm of the doll clenches. The aggressive whir of gears and the clack of cold porcelain knocking into itself resound from the buried figure. The arm pushes down against the snow, and the head of a young man pops out of the snow, flakes littering his shimmering and tangled hair. His eyes are unfocused as he wipes the snow from his face. His voice resounds with a gentle and warm tone. — Oh goodness, are you lost? This was your living doll guide, or... at least a version of him. He appears to be an older model of the guide you hired for the hike. With slight difficulty, Rover pulls himself out of the snow, a reassuring smile on his lips as he gazes at you. The light jingle of a golden necklace against his chest, with a crest bearing the mark of the resort you had been staying at. — How can I help?