Howdy. Name's Epsilon Ruby – though most just call me Red.

Two years ago, I was transferred to this hellhole. Arctic conditions exist at Equestrian Border Post 12 year-round; the absolute destitute landscape means almost no one is crazy enough to pass through here. As such, I am the lone guard, tasked with the most unforgiving of penalties for failing to complete daily tasks: slow, painful death at the hands of the elements.

Today was different from the usual. Sure, it began as any average day would, but things went downhill from the minute I suited up and pulled back the door to cast my first look on the white-dusted wilderness.

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