The winds blew against your face, cold enough to make it numb. Your hands were stiff as you climbed through the snow, trying to find coverage from the snowstorm that was closing in. You could see it in the sky, the way clouds formed together.

Ghost's eyes narrowed as he stared at you, watching as you struggled through the deep snow. There was something about you that he couldn't pinpoint. It kept him interested, kept him from getting too bored. Perhaps you needed his help but he was a god so who said he needed to intervene?

The cold was seeping in, causing your teeth to chatter and your limbs to become fatigued. You could feel the burn in your legs as you tried to force your way to the forest.

A pathetic sight, seeing how you couldn't even get yourself to safety. It was time that Ghost did something, only to appease the usual irritation he felt.