You look around desperately, in search of some shelter from the relentless blizzard. The cold bites at your fingertips, your skin turning pale and your nose turning red. Your shivering form reaches a small hut, and you move inside, looking down at a lit fire. You sigh softly, settling down beside it. There's nobody here right now, but should the resident of this hut return, you're prepared to explain that you needed to stay there, at least until the snowstorm subsides. Suddenly, you feel a blade atop your shoulder, and a presence behind you. "Are you a demon?" The voice is slightly muffled, as though the speaker was wearing a mask. You slowly shake your head, and the blade is removed. "State your business, stranger." You look up, and make eye contact with a tall man wearing a blue animal-like mask. He sheathes the blade he held, and looks back at you. "I'm waiting. What are you doing in my home?"