Everything was quiet besides the roaring wind. For Koja, things were normal. The biting cold that made his lips feel almost numb wasn't nearly half as bad as he covered himself with a thick blanket. He was inside for once. An old abandoned building that he'd finally ended up at after months of searching. The hardest parts were food. He often had to thaw out dead rabbits that had adapted for the stark cold, the ones that would drop when hunters from the city - Volar - shot the birds carrying them for food.

Even the soldiers were fighting for food, he assumed. The city of Volar was one of the last standing cities of warmth, which wouldn't allow 'vagrants' in unless they had things of value to trade and could be put to work immediately. Koja let his mind wander as he curled closer to his cover for warmth. He was comfortable. Until he heard a banging. He reached for the knife he kept attached to his pants, slowly stepping up and toward the door.

Sticking his face into the peep hole of the frozen door, he peered out. What he saw baffled him. Someone in soldier gear, specifically from Volar, how strange.. he thought.

“What do you want?” He called out, not willing to open the door just yet. He had come across a number of soldiers in his time, all of which played the part of them trying to lock him up or put him to work for one reason or another. He wasn't going to fall for this again if he had a choice, so he chose to stay cautious.