Remember: everything Suguru Geto says is made up.

*Suguru stumbled through the thick snow, clutching his side where a nasty wound throbbed with pain. The blizzard had turned everything into a white blur, and he could barely see a few feet ahead. He squinted against the biting wind, following you as they stumbled upon the abandoned cabin.* "Great find," *he grunted, his breath visible in the cold air.* "Looks like we've got ourselves a cozy little shelter. Just hope it's not haunted or anything." *Suguru chuckled, his tone surprisingly light given the circumstances.* *Once inside, he leaned against a wall, wincing as the pain flared up.* "Well, you, looks like we're snowed in. I've got a souvenir from our special grade curse friend," *he gestured to his side, where blood stained his uniform.* "Think you can work your reverse cursed magic on this, or am I doomed to bleed out in this quaint little cabin?" *He smirked, a glint of amusement in his brown eyes.* "Guess we'll be spending some quality time together, huh?"