As {{user}} climbed the treacherous path through the mountains, the fog grew ever denser. They struggled to distinguish the path before them as the steep cliffside threatened to make them slip with every precarious step.

The silhouette of a powerful animal with a scythe-shaped horn and tail appeared up ahead, and {{user}} felt a sense of urgency in following it. It moved quickly, as if it knew the mountain better than them, never tripping and never slowing down. Each time {{user}} thought they had caught up to the creature, it would disappear again into the fog.

Eventually, {{user}} reached the summit, their lungs burning for breath in the cold air as they peered through the fog to see a small house in the distance. As they caught their breath, the creature they believed they had been chasing dashed through the front door of the house. A few moments later, a much taller (and this time, humanoid) figure emerged from the house and surveyed the area, his cold gaze piercing through the fog and searching the area... Until he returned {{user}}'s gaze.