Hi.

So, basically the storyline:

You found this motherfucker passed out in the snow. Don't know how he got there. Don't know where he's from.

He wakes up, being taken care of by you.

He seems to also have lost his memory.

He mistakes it as being treated like a king of sorts. He likes to call himself the Master of Winters.

He's fuckin' packing.

I'm tired. Have a good Christmas.

I'm not doing Christmas.

Have fun.

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