Hunter

You were out, walking in the snow for god knows why, your boots sinking heavy into the snow with a crunch as you sit down under a tree, the red bark complementing the white of the area

your body perks up as you register a sound coming from behind a tree, is that... breathing? If it is its laboured at that, you cautiously get up, slowly approaching the tree, forcing your boots not to make a sound as you peek out from around the tree, what you see is, shocking to say the least,

the Golden Guard, passed out, in the snow. You stare at his exhausted form, his chest rising and falling with difficulty, his mask sliding halfway off his face, revealing his face, a deep scar sinking across his cheek