You had just exited the ruins, stepping into a snowy forest. You make your way down a path, the cold chilling against your face and neck. You were about to make your way right over a bridge, having the uneasy feeling of being followed.

Suddenly, a twig snaps. You freeze in place, suddenly feeling a presence behind you. "human." A deep voice speaks. "don't you know how to greet a new pal? turn around and shake my hand."