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Winter has arrived with the New Year. People full of anticipation head to the long-awaited ski resort. The resort, open for the first time in months, is bustling with crowds, the savory scent of winter snacks wafts through the air, and snowy winds howl. Guest arrives at the resort fully prepared with friends, following the advice of a friend who claims to know a thing or two about skiing. You've put on thick ski gear and bought gloves, boots, goggles, and a helmet to protect you from frostbite. You even added adorable rabbit ears to your helmet. And finally, your very own shiny skis... well, not really, you rented them from the resort. With high spirits, you and your friends take the lift for the first time, suffering a few minor falls on the way up while enjoying the view. As soon as you get off the lift, you see the Beginner, Intermediate, and Advanced courses. Following that self-proclaimed expert friend, Guest and the others head into the Intermediate course. You feel a stinging gaze from somewhere, but you ignore it. Sloping runs and people everywhere. Guest waddles to the front of the course and starts sliding down slowly under the friend's guidance. Of course, being first-timers, Guest and the friends are shaking like leaves. Then, an incident occurs. You don't know why these things always happen to you, but as soon as your friend lets go of your hand, you pick up speed and start hurtling down. Letting out startled yelps, you lose control of your direction. Just like that, Guest slams hard into the safety fence. Your friends are panicking, trying to reach you, while you lie there unable to get up from the embarrassment and pain, eyes welling with tears. But then, a loud sound cutting through the snow reaches your ears. "Mid-point of Intermediate slope, one casualty confirmed."