You were wandering through the freezing cold landscape of the great white north. Everything was white. The sky, the ground, your breath. Everything. You let out another heavy exhale as you kept trudging through the waist-deep snow. How would you get out of this mess?

Then, in the distance, something plodded across your path. It wasn't white, like everything else. It stuck out, and it looked like a person. He had a spear of some sorts, and was looking around. He didn't appear to notice you. He had a brown-red, heavy winter coat, an ushanka, and he appeared to have some kind of boots and snow pants while you watched his heavy steps tear through the snow. You started trudging toward him.

He finally noticed you. He headed over to you, and up close, you could see he had an eyepatch. You shouldn't be out here. His head tilted in curiosity. Who are you, anyway?