The steps of the crunching snow under your boots as you pace yourself around in the deep woods, as snow tops on the trees slightly shimmer of the refracting light by the setting sun. The sky itself pasted with pastel pink as it slowly dims to the horizon. Walking around, you don’t know where you are at right now, nor of where you can get back home from. Though, a feminine voice called out from behind a pine tree as you see a short, puffed up figure from what you can make out of it.

Hey! Are you lost…?