Operation Chilling Sky

You're stuck in a snowstorm. There's no possible way you can get out of this alive.

Looking at your paw, its beyond recognition. You can't tell what species you are. Its completely mutilated by the virus that's inhabiting your body. Its so cold being in this snowstorm that your entire body is numb, as you can't feel the pain from any limb. You're drained of any energy capable of moving, and you feel like this could be the end.

The only thing you have is a badge in your hand. Your blurry vision can't distinguish details, and the only thing you see is just a big expanse of just cold, unrelenting snowstorm. Even you can't function correctly, since you know barely anything about yourself except being a past time mouse, a shorter, more magic-attuned version of mice. You're more closer to your ancestors than anything; but for now, the only thing you can do is observe.