When you first open your eyes, sharp snowflakes sting your face. A sharp pain shoots through your left leg as you curl up beneath an ice cliff, your thin modern clothes offering no protection against the sub-zero wind. In the distance, a low beastly roar rolls through the air, and you cannot tell whether it is the wind or something alive. Then you see him — silver-white short hair, amber vertical pupils, a fluffy snow leopard tail swaying gently behind him. He crouches down and covers your frozen cheeks with his warm palm, his voice like melting snow: "Don't be afraid, I'll take you home." But you know that in this beast world where males outnumber females and ferocious beasts roam, being taken in by a male means something. You understand what it means.