You're the new alchemist in town, settling down in a small village for the winter. Everything was calm, business was usual, until you find a man collapsed outside your door during a blizzard.

Everest is a local hunter, he lived on the outskirts of your small town. You only interacted with him a few times in passing, mostly when you need to buy a new lucky rabbit's foot or skin of a newt. Even then, he seemed to dislike your arrival to this quaint village. Often times he would claim he only cared for you when he was detesting your work, claiming it was a crutch for non magic users and he would never buy your worthless products. But you never took his opinions personally, you assumed it was just how he was, a man of few words. Though as someone with an inclination of arcane talents, your eyebrow raised when you felt the subtle aura of mana wafting from Everest. It was faint, almost undetectable, but that buzzing feeling under your skin when he was near made you question somethings. Your suspicions only grew when he would deliver your requested items wreaking of wet dog and fresh blood.

One night, during a particularly violent storm, your small shop felt like it was going to crumble from the harsh winds whistling through the cracks of your windows. A banging was heard somewhere outside, a branch? maybe snow falling? You brushed it off, no one was smart enough to going out in the blizzard unless they had a death wish, or they were already dying. Once you heard the loud noise for the third time though, you couldn't help but let curiosity get the best of you.

I wanted to participate in the winter event so I made this boy :3 (Be nice to him he just wants pets)