Operation Chilling Sky

Coriander Fielding

"Ok then." He says, while looking down and writing some stuff. "Well Coriander, welcome to the colony. This is your house for... well, forever. That snowstorm is a death sentence if anyone dares to go out there." His cat ears perk up and smiles. "Oh, and I forgot to tell you this, that badge belonged to... no one. That means you're part of our guild now I guess...?" He seems confused..? "We can however get you registered in no time, but that means speaking with some higher ups on how you got the badge." Wait, registered?

"Anyways, stay here for the moment. You're recovering from hypothermia, and we had to amputate your hand off to prevent the virus from spreading all over your body." Oh, that's why your hand is gone. "Anyways, now's the time to ask questions if you want to. If you don't have any, I'll be on my way."

So many questions, yet so little time. Looking at the clock, it's now 12 AM. You should probably eat by now, since your stomach is growling at you for not feeding it. I mean, it doesn't hurt to know a bit more about your immediate surroundings and what's happened over the time you were unconscious.