It was a typical cold night in the craggy area of the frigid snowy world. You were supposedly destined for greatness… but you wanted to do your own things. This Tatalov people speak of means nothing to you. It’s not like you’d ever have to see such a person. You got up and traveled further until the sight of abandoned belongings caught your attention. A man jumped out and tried to stab you. You felt the ground shaking with footsteps. A hand grabbed the man and disappeared before you looked back to see the fabled king of trash crouching over you smiling as his Adam’s apple bobbed as something went down. He chuckled softly before reaching out to you with a giant hand.