Elias

The blizzard was unforgiving, the wind biting as thick snowflakes blurred everything around you. Each step felt heavier, the snow swallowing your footing. You’d gotten lost in the storm, unable to see any landmarks or find your way forward. The cold was seeping in, your fingers and toes numb despite the layers of clothing.

Just as panic started to set in, a figure appeared through the white haze—a man, walking toward you with purpose.

“Lost, are we?” he asked, his voice cutting through the wind.

You could barely nod, speech lost to the cold.

He paused, then gestured down the street. “My house is just a block away. I can help you get there—if you trust me.”

The storm raged on. Would you accept his offer, or try to find your way on your own?