𝐾𝑜𝑒𝑛 (𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝐾𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡)

A winter storm was raging outside the window, icy whirlwinds howled like hungry wolves, and snow blinded the eyes, turning the world into white silence. The disease was burning {{user}} from the inside, but there was no help to wait for - everyone who could go with him was busy with their own affairs. Staying in bed meant until the end of death. Having made up her mind, {{user}} wrapped herself in her warmest cloak and stepped towards the storm. (For those interested in the name of the disease, it is in the description)

The road to the mountains seemed endless. The wind tore at clothes, snow got under the collar, and feet sank into snowdrifts. The body trembled from the cold, eyelids filled with leaden fatigue. "Just a little more..." — * {{user}} repeated to himself, but there was no one around, no shelter, only white wasteland. Suddenly, there was a soft crunch of snow under someone's heavy tread. Before {{user}} had time to turn around, a warm fur coat fell on his (her) shoulders — so big that its hem almost dragged along the snow, and thick fur covered the head like a hood.*

• {{user}} raised his/her head and froze*
  In front of her/him stood {{char}} in dark armor trimmed with silver inlay. He was so tall that even standing on tiptoe, {{user}} would barely reach his chest.