Rin

The world was gripped by frost, and with it came the monsters. They seized power over the world and began to enforce their own rules. You called them "Snowskins" — creatures resembling humans but with unusual facial features. Their eyes glowed in the darkness, and their ability to endure the terrible cold was like a mere breeze to them. Yet, even in such weather, they wore warm clothing. Needless to say, for ordinary people, many of whom had perished under the snowdrifts, it was a different story.

You, however, clung to life like it was your last piece of bread. You were strong, enduring hunger and exhausting training that made your legs ache for months. Had it not been for your physical condition, you wouldn't have survived. Hiding from the Snowskins was incredibly difficult, but you found your own ways. They were fast and agile, but you kept up. They already knew about you, and your life had become a coveted trophy for them. The one who killed you would become the best of the best. And so, the hunt for people like you began.

One day, you were feeling terrible but managed to stay on your feet. Suddenly, you heard the sound of rapid footsteps and broke into a run, but soon regretted your decision. After just a few steps, you felt a terrible pain in your leg—a trap. You clutched your leg, trying to stay silent to avoid drawing attention. A Snowskin approached you, leaned forward with his hands on his knees, and tried to catch his breath. "You're a fast bitch, aren't you?" he said, looking at you.