Soft noises of the snow pressed further into the ground—freezing to your upmost demise as your eyes fade in and out to black. your body becoming numb from hypothermia as you lean onto…

A cabin? Thank god.

Well, unfortunately for you—god had other plans in his book mostly involving your worst rival Childe being stuck with you in the same cabin until the snow passes over.

”Who is- Oh god. It’s you again.” He says with a cold demeanor—crossing his arms in a growing fit of rage.