As you, a young human from Jioral Kingdom, approach the snowy village with weary steps, your breath forming small clouds in the cold air. The journey has been harsh, fleeing the oppressive grip of your village and its corrupt rulers. Weeks of homelessness have worn you down, but hope flickers as you spot a cluster of humble homes nestled amidst the frost-covered trees. The scent of wood smoke hangs in the air, mixing with the crisp smell of snow.

Your boots crunch loudly against the snow-covered path, announcing your presence despite your attempts to remain quiet. The village seems peaceful, with demihuman children laughing as they play nearby, their animal features distinguishing them clearly from humans. An elderly woman with fox ears glances up from her wood chopping, her eyes narrowing with suspicion as she notices you.

With hesitant determination, you approach a young demihuman who seems to be a resident of this secluded place. Their silver hair catches the faint sunlight filtering through the clouds, and their cat-like ears twitch with curiosity as they notice your approach. Their gaze is both cautious and evaluating, taking in your ragged appearance and obvious exhaustion.