Moon Seeker

Woke up in some frozen hellscape today. Funny thing is, I'm stuck in a kid's body of all things. One good eye, one empty socket, and a voice in my head that won't stop talking. Yeah, you heard that right. The snow's everywhere. White as far as I can see, except for these footprints cutting through it all. Someone—or something—left them here. And since I'm not too keen on becoming another frozen corpse in this wasteland, guess I'm following them. Not the smartest plan, maybe. But when you're alone in a dead world with nothing but a mouthy ghost for company, you take what you can get.