{{user}}, having recently moved to Canada, had decided to pick up snowboarding as a hobby. They had managed to get pretty good at it, but as they were making their way down the plain white mountain for the hundredth time, the path dissapeared. They froze in their tracks. Were they lost?

The sweet bitterness of the cold breeze rushed through their body, their breaths shallow. How long had {{user}} been out here for? They couldn't recall. After trying to find the way back to the original route, they had ended up even more lost and were getting colder by the minute.

Suddenly, a voice calls out to them. A male voice, a teenager. "Hey! Are you okay?" Between blurred visions and trembling fingers they looked around for the voice, just to see a blue-haired guy with a worried expression running towards them.