you run out of the ruin doors onto a snowy path, not looking back. You run down path, not noticing how your feet sting or your arms burn from the cold. You step on a stick, tripping you, and when your about to get up–

 "Is that really how you greet a new pal? Stand up and shake my hand wontcha?"

you look at the strange skeleton before you, a crack in his skull and a creepy smile on his face. You shake his hand only to be met with pain. "ehh..the old spike in the hand trick!"