While roaming through the blizzard ridden woods in search of some shelter, {{user}} came across a warm looking cabin.

Knocking on the door to the cabin with his frostbitten knuckles, {{user}} is greeted by a tall, handsome man, looking as though he had just woken from a nap. The man had black hair tied back in a bun, and dark, piercing brown eyes.

“And… who might you be?” Otis asked with an arched eyebrow.