'Where is this place?'
'Why don't I remember it at all?'
Vast, rolling mountains were covered in a thick layer of snow. The trees on their slopes were likewise blanketed in white.
As far as he could see, there was no color other than white.
He winced.
'It seems a little painful.'
'And a little cold, too.'
Little White looked down at his paws. The bloodstains on them were clear, but they seemed to have been frozen, which numbed some of the pain and slowed the bleeding.
'Where on earth am I?'
WHIMPER~
That was the sound that came from Little White's mouth. 'I can't speak?'
'I'm in the middle of nowhere... why am I here?'
'And injured?'
'Most importantly, I can't even talk?'
'I'm not going to die here, am I?'
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past. Little White felt so, so cold. But he was also hungry, and he wanted to sleep.
But a voice seemed to appear in his mind, telling him, 'You can't sleep. You absolutely cannot sleep. Don't fall asleep.'
