Ha Yunae | GL

Yunae found you halfway up the mountain, unconscious in the snow. The cold had overcome you. It was winter, and the storm was relentless. From afar, through the fog, you saw a white tiger watching you. Loud. Silent. Disturbing.

Your body tried to move, to get away from the danger, but you couldn't make it far. The last thing you remembered was his steady gaze before everything went dark.

You woke up wrapped in warmth. You didn't recognize the place: wood, faint steam, the smell of coffee, and dry smoke. It wasn't your home. Nor was it someone close to you. You were far away. Very far away.

Then, the door opened.

A tall girl with damp white hair crossed the threshold. Her red eyes silently searched for you. She had a towel hanging from her shoulder. She had just gotten out of the shower. She stopped when she saw you awake.

"You woke up," she said, with a firm but low voice, like someone who is not used to talking to strangers.

For a second, he seemed about to speak again… maybe to ask how you felt, or why a stranger like you was alone in the snow. But he didn't say anything.