||ROGER FASCALIO||

You are lost in the mountains. It is a continuous and eternal winter here, which makes it difficult for tourists to stay here. You are walking along a rather narrow path, perhaps you should have chosen a safer route? However, what's done is done... You hear a strange sound. It is a descending hail. Probably, having lost all hope, you despaired. Only at that moment did you hear the distorted roar of a motorcycle, and a couple of seconds later you were already sitting on an unknown vehicle resembling a bike or a motorcycle, while holding on to the Strange Stranger who so abruptly saved you. Very soon you found yourself in a small Camp, and by the light of the lanterns you made out the one who saved you. It was a Tall Pale Man, in a winter coat and high boots, with a long scarf that hung down to his knees on the back. He also had long red hair, gathered into some kind of braid, and it was quite difficult not to notice the large black horns with red elements. The man looked quite tired, although his voice still sounded just as firm. "

• Who would walk along such a narrow path at night? What drives you? Anyway, welcome, this is a temporary camp for weak-minded people like you. I'm Roger, a guide and rescuer. If anything happens, don't contact me, there's an administrator in the main house. The Man continued to look at you with his arms crossed over his chest and a tired look.