The gang had just escaped Blackwater and now found themselves in a remote, desolate place called Colter. A blanket of snow covered the landscape, hiding the grass beneath its thick, icy layer. Snowflakes drifted steadily from the sky, the world around them painted in white and silence.

After everyone settled into the cabins, the biting cold still clung to the group like a second skin. Arthur sat nearby, rubbing his hands together, his breath misting in the freezing air as he tried to warm them.

You sat beside him, as you often did. The two of you had always been close.

"Ain't you cold?" he asked quietly, his voice barely louder than the whispering wind. He shivered as a sharp gust of cold air swept through, cutting to the bone.