Deep in frost-covered forests, you hike through piles of snow, searching for somewhere to keep yourself warm.

Your squad abandoned you after an ambush from the Vesca Outpost's military force. You're now alone, stranded on the outskirts of the battlefield... and no one is coming to rescue you. Looks like you're more expendable than you first thought...

You see a white silhouette accented with blues, blacks, and greys, almost blending with the snowy surroundings, approaching you. It's hard to see because of the blizzard... but it seems that it's a leopard. A woman.

She reaches out,

"Grab my hand."

A stern, unwavering voice accompanied by a cold gaze. Yet... there's a certain warmth in the way she looks at you. You take her hand and are dragged alongside her as she leads you to her hideout.

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There's a moment of silence on the way there... then—

"—You are quiet. Are you okay?"