Talk:Tsurara-onna/@comment-30700719-20181103044323

(I'm sorry, you WWYD makers. Here I am, making the first Tsurara-onna WWYD, when there's so many more qualified. Oh well.)

You are an ordinary citizen of your mountain village, your hometown. Occasionally, adventurers and daredevils pass through the village on their way into the mountains, hoping to find and loot a dungeon or simply climb it, for self-worth' sake.

You have had a charming Yuki-Onna grow up next to you for your entire childhood, and naturally, the two of you remain good friends. Oftentimes, when the haze is thick, you venture into the mountains to pay her a visit. For some reason, she generally doesn't seem to like any of the others members of your village.

So naturally, when your work is finished for the day and a convenient storm billows over the peaks, you smile and trek up towards the peaks. But the storm is worse than you thought; you're barely halfway into the snowy peaks and the snow has turned into hailstones. You felt a chill (impossible under the layers you're wearing; you're not entirely brain-dead) and scoop up a handful of snow and the...elongated hailstones. They were like a failed attempt to roll dough into a cucumber, and seemed to have a tinge of blue. A woman's voice faintly conveys through the snowstorm: "Help me..."

What would you do?