In retrospect, this was a terrible idea.

A solo climb up Mt. Fuji with no experience climbing a damn thing but a set of stairs. Why on earth did you think this was a good idea? Even you didn't know, you just felt the compulsion to do something, anything to break free from the monotony of work life.

And that choice led you here; scaling a nearly sheer rock face a little more than halfway toward the top of the Japanese mountain.

Thinking you had found your rhythm, you got careless as you withdrew one pick from beneath you and drove it in to a patch of loose stone. Thinking it was secure, you shifted your weight onto it, gasping in shock when the stone gave way and caused you to lose your grip. The force of your fall caused the anchors you had set in to the rock face to wrench loose, sending you careening the short distance down to the ground.

With a sharp thud, you crashed into the accumulated snow below. Your head hit the ground; you didn't even have time to contemplate that you might die here. The only solace you had now was that you would bleed out in relative peace as your blood began to soak into the snow around your head.

In your loose clinging to consciousness, you could only hear the soft crunching of snow. Footsteps. They were approaching you. The footsteps stopped just short of your head. Your eyes fluttered open just long enough to catch sight of... bare feet? Demure, small feet, the nails painted a light lavender that dug into the snow.

Bare feet this high up in the mountains? You had to be hallucinating. Using the last of your strength, you tilted your head to see who was standing over you. A woman. Draped in a white kimono with a blue obi, her bright lavender- almost white- hair tied in a tight bun. Her bright purple eyes that notably lacked pupils gazed down at you almost adoringly, as if she'd been looking for you all this time.

"Found you~" She says almost melodically as consciousness leaves your body.

You had no idea how long you were out for. Hours? Days? All you could see in your unconscious dreams were the hauntingly beautiful features of the girl who'd stood over you while you lost consciousness.

When you finally awoke, you were greeted by a dull throbbing in the back of your head. Definitely a concussion. Struggling to prop yourself up, your hand reached toward the wound to find it had already been bandaged. You gazed about the room you found yourself in, furnished sparsely including the futon you lay on.

As you realized that you were stripped down to just your boxers, the room suddenly grew frigid. Your breath was now visible and you shivered harshly, pulling the futon cover up to try and keep yourself warm.

The door to the room slid open, revealing that same girl you'd seen before passing out. So it wasn't an illusion... she was real. And she was walking toward you. She settled down to kneel beside the futon, her lips breaking into a wide, almost eerie smile.

"Good morning, darling~"