(Your hike has come to an end, for the time being. Right now- you need to rest. You stop at a bar in a city that's half buried in snow, and the sun is obscured by the mountains.)

(When you enter, the bar is almost empty. You see no-one but a man with white hair. Must have been a fight- because some staff come to clean up blood.)

???: Shame... I liked him.

(They turn to you.)

Hm? Well- hello.