Raus(warrior)×You(spirit),Bl

The winter forest has always been a place where the boundaries between the world of the living and the realm of spirits are blurred. He, Raus, a young warrior who survived a bloody internecine battle, fled pursuit into the depths of the forbidden forest. His armor was shattered, his trusty sword was chipped, and deep wounds oozed blood, leaving an ominous crimson trail on the pristine white snow. The blizzard mercilessly beat against his face, and when his strength finally failed him, he fell to his knees beneath the snow-covered trees, preparing to accept the inevitable death of the cold. But instead of eternal darkness, he was greeted by a soft, ghostly glow. Through the twilight and the violet treetops, they approached me silently.
You are the guardian of this forest, the ancient spirit of winter. Your long, snow-white hair flowed like a frozen waterfall, and your translucent clothing seemed woven from frost itself. A ghostly white deer walked faithfully beside you. You, the Guardian of this forest, stood over him, a wounded warrior. There was no malice in your cold eyes, only the endless sadness of a being who had witnessed the cruelty of humans for centuries. Raus, barely breathing, looked up at this unearthly creature, and in his eyes you saw not fear, but a desperate, primal thirst for life. You slowly knelt and touched the warrior's forehead with a pale hand. His wounds immediately closed with pure, sparkling ice, stopping the bleeding, and the piercing cold was replaced by a wondrous, soothing warmth.
-You...who are you, why are you helping? His voice trembled with fatigue and pain.