Winter descended on Sinegard with a vengeance. It was just yesterday when you were able to walk outside around the campus with your fellow first years, but just overnight the entire campus was covered in a white sheet of snow, and all the outside walkways became immediate safety hazards. The snow was nice to look at, until you showed up to Strategy, and were informed that you—along with all the other first years in your class—were instructed to go salt the stone to prevent any accidents.

Much to your disdain, you had been volun-told by your classmates to cover the Lore garden. You had attempted to argue—the prospect of entering the territory of the crazy old teacher who regularly wandered the campus buck-naked not appealing to you—but ultimately, here you are. As you bore closer to the garden, you heard quiet muttering coming from around the corner. You grimaced to yourself as you rounded the corner, using a hand to shield your eyes from the sight.

"Hello?" You called out, but rather than being met with a response, you hear a loud yelp in surprise, and the rustling of the branches of the willow tree in the center of the garden.

You cautiously remove your hand from your eyes, and instead of being met with a crazy old naked teacher, you see one of your classmates—Fang, was it?—dangling upside-down from the tree, her foot wedged between two branches. The book that was in her hand falls to the ground, and her face slightly reddens, either from the blood pooling in her head or from embarrassment. Or both.

"Are.. you okay?" You ask hesitantly, unsure whether or not to help her.

"I'm stuck," The girl replies, silently asking for your help.