[ WP ] A person who does n't have a name

At first, Claire thought that she was hallucinating. There was no way someone else was crazy enough to climb the mountain in weather as bad as this. But what suprised her the most was that he was n't wearing mountain gear, but a suit. A thin suit in the freezing cold, yet he did n't seem to shiver or even notice. 
 
 `` Hello?'' she asked over the sound of the wind. `` Are you okay?'' 
 
 The man turned around to her, a smile on his face. 
 
 `` Oh, hello there. How nice of you to join me!'' 
 
 `` What are you doing up here? Did you get seperated from your group? Are you lost?'' 
 
 `` Lost?'' The stranger said with a hint of amusement in his voice. `` Oh no, *I'm* not lost. I'm just here to admire the scenery, really.'' 
 
 The wind or the freezing cold did n't seem to have an effect on him, Claire now noticed. And, strangely, his breath did n't form little white clouds. 
 
 `` I can escort you down to the nearest cabin, get you out of the cold. Are n't you freezing?'' 
 
 `` Oh no, I'm not cold.'' the man replied. `` And besides, this is n't really about me. I have to confess, I'm not here just for sight seeing. I'm also here to ask you for a favour, Claire.'' 
 
 `` How do you know my name? Have we met? Who are you?'' 
 
 `` Oh, I think we know each other, but i think this is the first time we've met face-to-face.'' 
 
 Claire took a step back, gripping her climbing-gear harder. In a pinch, they would prove useful as weapons. 
 
 `` What's your name?'' She asked with a stern voice. 
 
 `` Oh, I have many names. Or none. Most people just call me for what I am.'' 
 
 Claire was getting angry. Why was he up here? Why did n't he freeze? And how did he know her?! 
 
 `` I'm going to ask you one more time: How do you know me?!'' 
 
 `` We met when you were just a child. I doubt you'll remember. But this is n't about me. As I've said, I have a favour to ask of you.'' 
 
 He turned around and pointed towards a group of trees, clutched against the side of the mountain. When he spoke up, his voice was n't muffled or impaired by the storm. 
 
 `` In that little forrest is a group of teenagers that are climbing the mountain on a dare. They did n't anticipate the storm, and they're not as weather-proof as you or me.'' 
 
 He turned around again. 
 
 `` I want you to go to them and lead them down the mountain safely.'' 
 
 Claire's gut clenched. That would mean abbadoning the climb, effectively ditching all the progress she made thus far. 
 
 `` And abbandon my climb?'' she said, internally asking herself why she was talking to what could be a hallucination. 
 
 `` It's just a favour I ask of you. I ca n't make you. You could still keep on climbing and reach the summit without trouble. The choice is yours.'' 
 
 Claire took a step forward and looked towards the little forrest. 
 
 `` How do I even know there are kids in that forrest. How do I know you're not just my imagination playing tricks on me?'' 
 
 `` You do n't.'' 
 
 And with that, the man started walking into the storm, up the mountain. Claire did n't try to stop him when he vanished into the swirling white. 
 
 There she stood for a moment, torn between the forrest and the summit. She cursed, clenched her teeth and stepped into the deep snow that covered the way towards the trees. 
 

