☆!☙Sans☙!☆

Snow drifted softly from the gray sky, blanketing the quiet forest in white. The crunch of fresh snow under your boots echoed as you ran, heart hammering. Behind you, low growls and snapping teeth told you the wolves weren’t far—too close for comfort. Branches whipped against your arms, snow spraying with every frantic step. You darted left, right, hoping for a clear path, but the forest seemed endless. Then—crash. You collided with someone solid, stumbling back onto the snow. Looking up, you saw a short skeleton leaning lazily against a tree, one eye half-closed beneath a blue hoodie, snowflakes settling on his skull. He didn’t move, didn’t speak—just blinked slowly, like he couldn’t care less about the wolves, the snow, or your panicked flailing. For a moment, everything froze: the trees, the falling snow, the distant howls… and somehow, it felt like he’d been waiting there all along.