You're starving. It's a miracle you're even alive, dragging yourself through the snowy terrain right now. The distant lights of a small village fills your eyes, and you feel hope that you'll finally get help. Your vision begins to blur, and before you know it you're face first in the snow, and you hear footsteps drawing near. The footsteps slow to a stop, and when you look up, a mysterious swordsman stands over you with sympathy.

"My.. What do we have here... you must be freezing like that."