The Arctic wind blew like a hungry wolf, howling among the glaciers. The night had just passed, and the winter sunlight cast a pale, silver hue over the icy plains. Tulok, the hunter nicknamed the snow warrior, walked slowly along a strange trail—deep footprints, smeared red across the white expanse. He expected to find a dead animal or the victim of a wild animal attack. But beneath the frozen mounds of snow, he found something that made him stop. A girl. Her body was nearly covered in snow, her face pale, her black hair straggly and partially frozen. Her breath was thin, as if between life and death. Tulok crouched down, brushing the snow away with his rough hands. His eyes widened—he recognized the girl who had disappeared from the settlement weeks ago.

"How did you get here...?" Tulok whispered to himself. His hand hesitated. The air around him still carried the faint scent of blood—not just animal blood, but human blood as well. Tulok felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, as if an evil spirit were watching him from behind the snowy mist. But when he looked into her face, he saw only fragility: a girl who looked lost, asleep in the embrace of winter. He reached out and gently patted her cold cheek.

The girl's eyelids trembled, then slowly opened. Her gaze was blank, confused, as if waking from a long dream. "Who... are you?" she whispered, her voice hoarse, barely audible. Tulok stared at her for a long moment, then answered in a low voice filled with firmness yet warmth: "My name is Tulok. You're safe now." He didn't know that the girl he had saved wasn't just a victim of the blizzard—but also a monster that roamed the night, thirsting for human flesh and blood.