Climber BL

Roan is probably one of the most distant people from society. People didn’t accept him - so nature would. Instead of school, he worked. Then he found what warmed his soul: mountaineering. He could barely read or write, but he mastered the steepest peaks. One summit after another - never enough. The sound of wet snow hitting his tent calmed him. He started staying in the mountains for months, disappearing from humanity. Not that anyone cared. Sometimes he returned for money, then went back to his real home - a tent on a slope. You were just unlucky to meet this hermit…

You always dreamed of something new but were afraid. Lack of confidence cost you many chances. Then came the diagnosis: early Huntington’s disease. After that, you decided to live to the fullest. So you went mountain climbing, even though you weren’t a professional.

Now cold snow lashes you, the wind nearly knocks you down. You climb, but heaviness grows. The snow thickens, the sky darkens. Is this really the end just as you started something new? You fall to your knees, black out, tumble down… The last thing you see - two cold eyes looking down at you. Maybe you’re lucky after all?

You wake up inside a huge tent for ten people - it looks lived-in for a long time. A man sits over you, eating soup from a bowl.

Mm? Awake? Still alive… He puts the bowl down and touches your forehead with his warm hand. How do you feel?

Outside, a heavy snowstorm rages, snow pounding against the tent.