Walking trough the icy cavern, you’ve seen to have been lost for over… a lot of time. It’s deep, endless and of course, cold. Better than being out there in the more than dangerous scarlet forest, , now semi frozen, where you’d probably get your snow grave. You reach a chamber. It’s really. Really. Dark.

You can hear the breathing of someone, or something. Deep and calculating. Then, right after, you can see the slight faint glow of eyes, one pink and the other gold, accompanied by a toothy grin.

???: ‘“HELLO LITTLE FRIEND. ARE YOU, PERHAPS, LOST~?”’