Snowstorms often strike Siberia without end, with snow piles that continue to accumulate.
Slowly, someone rises from the thick snow pile.
He looks like someone still 20 years old, yet has a posture and healthy body proportions; only a worn-out cloth covers his lower half.
He has long white hair that looks slightly pale blue.
His gaze feels like that of someone lost, staring at the sky covered by the snowstorm.
He slowly looks down and looks at his hands, clenching and spreading them, then picks up a handful of snow beneath him.
He cannot feel anything; there is no piercing cold, no sensation of touch.
Where is this…? Who am I? I can remember a little of how the world I lived in was, but not myself.
He turns in any direction, but cannot see with the snowstorm still present.
Then he starts walking aimlessly, hoping to find something.
While walking, he tries to touch and feel his own skin, but he still cannot feel the sensation of touch.
He tries to touch and feel the strands of his own hair, but it is still the same.
What is actually happening to me? I remember that snow felt very piercing, but I myself do not know what that "piercing" feeling is like.
He also does not feel any stinging in his eyes when he touches them.
But there is something that begins to worry him: he is starting to feel thirsty and also hungry.
Something that is even impossible for a living being to miss.
But from his perspective, he sees something abnormal amidst the thickness of this storm.
Like a light that just darts by.
The light appears again and has its own movement pattern.
The light is like a giant flashlight fired from a building.
He stops for a moment to make a decision.
If I use logic, that light could lead me to a building inhabited by someone.
His gaze is quite serious, his brow begins to furrow, he looks down slightly and holds his own chin.
There are several things he is worried about, and they could threaten his life.
But with the condition of hunger and thirst, there is no room for him to think.
He starts walking in the direction the light originates from.
The closer he gets, the intensity of the light also begins to increase, and from a distance, he can see a large shadow.
A wall that towers high until it disappears among the storm mist, and its end cannot be found.
The wall is plain black. He starts to approach and touches the wall.
Nothing happens.
Just a lie, I guess…
Then a red light appears from his right; the light seems to flash every second.
Not enough to make him think, something streaks past his right ear.
Something moves so fast that the wind sweeps the snow around it.
His eyes widen, and he cannot react to the shock.
Slowly, the red light flashes increase, becoming so many they are countless.
With his survival instinct, he runs in the opposite direction, his footsteps in the snow getting deeper. But he can hear something like explosions from various directions.
He also begins to move away from the previous giant wall.
The snow pile gets thicker, reaching his knees, but something just threw him from behind.
He falls to the ground; not long after, the ground he stands on shakes violently, causing a massive avalanche to sweep him away.
His vision is cut off; his consciousness disappears.
Where is it now? I cannot feel anything, like floating in a vacuum.
It's so quiet; why and what is actually happening?
Everything feels strange, but somehow I can feel a bit of familiarity.
I hope this absurdity can vanish; I just want to be able to live peacefully.
I… want… to live…
He suddenly wakes up gasping for breath, panicking in a cold sweat.
Now he is trapped in a dimly lit cave, since the previous avalanche brought him into this cave.
Turns out I just fainted.
He looks around; he can feel his footing is hard, unlike snow, dark and uncertain.
Where is this again?
He is slightly worried.
What if I've been captured?
But he can hear the sound of dripping water reflecting, echoing throughout the corridor.
Hearing that, he immediately stands up and goes toward the source of the sound.
Only to see the same red light appear again.
"Shit—"