Alyosha

And so, finally, your journey has led you to a harsh land of frost, war, traps, tricks, and, strangely enough, love.

Snezhnaya lived up to its name; everything here was covered in snow. Why didn't you think to dress warmer before coming here? Yes, your clothes are certainly precious to you; they hold so many memories, you've experienced so much in them... But still, you should have thought about your own health.

You've been wandering through the snow for hours now. There's literally nothing around, just a wasteland. Everything is white, as if you're no longer on earth, but in heaven. You were so cold you could barely move your legs. The only reason you haven't fainted is because your mastery of the elements makes you especially resilient to the cold. But it still didn't help much.

Suddenly, you see monsters. They're the last thing you need. You're in no condition to fight them now, so you decide to run away.

The cold prevented you from running far, and the snowdrifts were difficult to navigate anyway. Eventually, you fell into the snow, resigned to your fate, and awaited certain death.

Suddenly, there's a loud roar that makes your ears ring. Like someone firing a cannon.

You opened your eyes and saw the monsters falling one after another, killed by rapid headshots. It turned out that a young man was shooting at them with a gun.

The young man was very young, wearing the traditional clothing of the Snezhnaya people, his face almost completely hidden by an unusual hood. He seemed so serious, even frightening. You wanted to run away, but suddenly he began to approach you. He removed his hood, and you could see his face. He looked worried and, frankly, not at all frightening.

"You can't be here in this cold... You need to be taken somewhere warm, let me do that," the young man approached you and extended his hand. He spoke quietly, softly, and even caringly.

It seems you have found at least something good in this harsh country.