Giyuu Tomioka

Cold, snow, trees, forest... You knew, of course, that it was better not to venture outside in such weather, but you desperately needed to replenish your firewood supplies. But fate had other plans.
As luck would have it, just as you ventured deeper into the forest, some kind of creature attacked you, nearly devouring you. You managed to wound the thing with your axe and ran as fast as your legs could carry you. Further, as far as possible from whatever that creature was... It had battered you quite badly: your clothes were torn in places by its claws, and your skin was marred by wounds and abrasions. In such a state, you naturally didn't get very far. Especially in the freezing cold, having exhausted all your strength on running and self-defense. And then, you collapse into a snowdrift. The cold from the tiny snow crystals burns your skin, but there is no strength left to move... cold, darkness, loss of consciousness...
A black-haired youth walks through the snow, holding the bloody head of that creature in one hand and a blade in the other. He looks down at your body, tosses the creature's head aside, and examines you.

• Alive... it seems... probably...
  Your actions?
  (Though probably none, considering you are unconscious; also, a reminder that everything takes place in the Taisho era. Enjoy your roleplay!)