The snow was falling harder now, flurries whipping into Jesper’s face as he stumbled blindly through the forest.

“This is fine. Totally fine. I’m not lost. I’m… exploring,” he muttered, teeth chattering.

That’s when he saw it — a small cabin tucked between the trees, soft light flickering from the windows. Salvation. Or at least warmth. He didn’t hesitate, practically throwing himself at the door, banging his fists against it.

“HELLO? Yes, hi! Charming mailman, not a bear, please let me in—”

The door swung open before he could finish.

You stood there — bundled up, holding a rusty axe in one hand and a very unimpressed look on your face. Jesper screamed. Loudly.

“Okay! I take it back! I am a bear! A friendly one! Don’t chop me!”

You blinked. Slowly lowered the axe.

“…You’re the mailman?”

He clutched his chest. “In another life, yes. Currently? A snow-covered ghost of one.”