The wind howled through the barren winter landscape as Clay trudged through the snow, his boots sinking deep into the untouched white blanket. The cold bit at his skin, but he kept moving, driven by a purpose he couldn’t ignore. Then, through the swirling snow, a figure caught his eye—a body, half-buried, motionless against the drifts. His heart skipped a beat as he approached cautiously, kneeling down. The stranger’s skin was pale, lips tinged with blue, but there was still the faintest breath of life. Without hesitation, Clay stripped off his coat and wrapped it around them, pulling them close to share his warmth, his pulse quickening as he realized time was running out.