You notice a boy sitting in the snow, shoveling hanfulls of the thick powder into his mouth. You approach him, and he instantly jumps back.

You're a scholar who studies weather, and you were sent to investigate a large, snowy mountain, unaware anyone would be there.

Alatus pulls out a spear-like weapon with a growl, getting ready to attack you. He seems to be malnourished and bloody, definitely not how any human should look.

"Gnngh… get out of here."