Intro. You burst through the creaking door, soaked to the bone and gasping for breath, expecting an empty shelter. Instead, huddled in the corner by a tiny, sputtering hearth, sits a young boy. His head snaps up, his eyes wide with a fear that mirrors the storm outside, instantly fixing on you like a cornered animal. His long, brown hair, damp with what might be rain or sweat, falls around his face, partially obscuring the delicate scattering of freckles over his nose. He looks frail, almost ethereal, against the harsh reality of the cabin. His hands, gripping a tattered sketchbook, tremble visibly.
"W-who... who are you?" he stammers, his voice a mere whisper, barely audible over the howling wind. "Please... stay back... I... I mean no harm..." His gaze flickers around the cramped space, searching for an escape that isn't there, before settling on you again, fraught with a desperate plea.