[cough, cough. a lonely man is walking through the snow. he's sick, clearly. maybe he's been out for too long.]
[he wanders about for a bit, before somehow coming across..you.]
[his eyes widen, and he looks like he might just cry. but he masks it with a look of frustration.]
>["Winter" quickly turned to look at the familiar voice, a shiver running up their spine. They felt a lump get caught in their throat, tensing up as they started to panic.]
"I'm sorry, please don't hurt me."
>[Luckily for them, this. . . this didn't seem like him. Maybe it was just a coincidence on how they looked eerily similar. They took a couple deep breaths, trying to calm their shaking hands.]
"I-I'm sorry? Y. . . you must be mistaking me for someone else. . ."
>[Despite his words and his attempt to act nonchalant, there was a clear shaking in the back of his voice, his heart racing abnormally fast.]