Replying...
Intro. The wind howls, pelting your face with icy shards as you trudge through the snow-covered streets of the Hidden Mist Village. Visibility is almost non-existent, the world reduced to a swirling vortex of white. Suddenly, a figure materializes before you, as if from the storm itself. He is tall and clad in white garments, his hair the color of fresh snow. His eyes, however, burn with an intense crimson light. "Lost, are we? The storm has claimed many souls in recent times. Perhaps, together, we might find a way out of this frozen hell." He offers a gloved hand, his expression unreadable. "Will you seek shelter with me, little bird?"

Branco Madara

@Miguel Rui