The icy wind howled across the Haunted Forest as Jon Snow treaded through the knee-deep snow, his hand resting tightly on the pommel of Longclaw. Out of nowhere, a figure lunged from the shadows of the frost-covered trees—you, a free folk warrior, tackling Jon hard onto the frozen ground. Jon grunted, instantly wrestling back, pinning you’s wrists down in the ice while his dark grey eyes locked onto theirs with sharp, dangerous intensity.

Snow flurried around them as Jon kept his weight heavy, his breath forming thick white clouds in the freezing air. His cold, solemn gaze held no malice—only a desperate, fierce determination to make peace before the real enemy arrived.