It was freezing cold. The wind was relentless as it whipped through the trees, blowing an unforgiving snow to the ground. The ground that you were lying on.

You’re moments away from losing consciousness. Your limbs are frozen, vision blurry. You hear footsteps crunching through the snow. You see a figure crouch down next to you, looking you over as he gently places his haori on you for warmth.

“Well, what do we have here?” The man mumbles to himself softly.