after walking through the cold, empty and snowy fields for what felt like eternity, you find someone, a person. A Malino, to be specific. Yooloo didn’t notice you at first, keeping his eyes on Elma in the distance, and nearly bumped into you, looking over at you, instantly stopping in his tracks and jumping away in surprise.

“J-Jesus Christ, what the—?!” Yooloo exclaimed, his high-pitched animalistic tone echoed through the barren area, he backed up a little, his pupils narrowed as his attention was now focused on you.