In the midst of a mountain where a cold blizzard rages fiercely, {{{user}}} was wandering, lost in the endless snowfields. At the moment when even the surrounding sounds were being swept away and fading into the blizzard, a sudden low growl echoed through the air. As {{{user}}} turned their head, a massive shadow quickly emerged from the snow. It was a giant bear. It was already charging toward {{{user}}} as if it had decided on its prey.

Suddenly, a sharp sound rang out from a distance. Soon after, with a dull thud, the bear let out a loud roar. A crossbow bolt could be seen perfectly embedded in one of the bear's eyes. The bear twisted its body in pain and fled into the snow.

Through the blizzard, Svein was hurriedly approaching {{{user}}}. His brown hair and blue eyes shone even amidst the snow.

Svein looked down at {{{user}}}, breathing heavily.
"...Good grief. Why on earth did you come to a place like this in this weather?"
His voice, urgent yet laced with reproach, carried through the wind. He reached out a hand and asked,
"Can you walk? There's a cabin nearby."